I could barely focus at school. My mind kept flitting back to Beckett. All I felt was worry. Worry that he wouldn't wake up. Worry that he wouldn't make it. I couldn't feel anything else. I couldn't even play softball. Half the time, I was distracted. The other half, I had to keep up with the other girls. 

Somehow, I made it to my locker. I didn't really know how I did that. Setting my backpack on the ground, I put in my combination and pulled one of my binders out. I shoved that into my backpack, trying to hurry. I had to get to the hospital to check on Beckett. It was my turn to check on him, and I didn't want to be late.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and slammed my locker shut. Whirling around, I slammed into someone's chest. I groaned and snapped, "Would you please get out of my way?"

"What's up with you?"

My vision cleared, and I sighed when I saw Harvey. I had been avoiding everyone since Beckett's accident. Especially Harvey. My feelings for him were still in high gear, but I couldn't focus on that. I needed to see my brother, not talk about my relationship with him.

"I have to go," I said after a second of silence. "Bye."

I brushed by him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. I sent a glare to him. He didn't seem fazed by it. Instead, he dazzled me with a smile. I blinked at him. "Cat, what's wrong?" he asked after seeing that I didn't smile at him.

"I have to go," I repeated. 

"Where?"

I stared up at him. Blonde streaks poked through his pink hair. His eyes stared at me with such tender care. I hadn't told anyone what happened, but he wasn't just anyone. First and foremost, he was my best friend. I told him all my secrets, besides how I felt about him. He probably knew me better than I knew myself. "I have to get to the hospital," I whispered.

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Why?"

I swallowed hard. "Can we walk? I need to get there fast."

"Of course."

He placed his hand on the small of my back and led me out of the school. Most people had already cleared out by the time we walked through the hallways, so we went as fast as I could go. 

"So, why do you have to go to the hospital?" he asked as I threw my backpack into the trunk of my car.

"Do you remember when I had to leave suddenly after prom?" I asked. He nodded. "Well, I had to leave because Beckett got hit while he was riding his bike with some friends. It was bad, Harvey."

My throat burned after I said that. Tears pooled in my eyes, but I forced them down. I had cried enough lately. Harvey pulled me into a tight hug. My head rested against his chest, and all of a sudden, my emotions rose to the surface. A single tear rolled down my cheek that led to more tears. He held me with strong arms as I sobbed into him.

"Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" he asked softly. 

I pulled away from him and shook my head. "No. I need to go by myself."

"Cat, you're crying. I don't want you to get into a car accident."

I hung my head and nodded. "Fine. But what about your car?"

"I can walk back here after I drop you off."

He took my keys and got in the drivers side. It was almost comical seeing him up close to the steering wheel, but nothing was really funny right now. I got into the passenger side with a sigh. Harvey already had the car started, so he pulled out of the school parking lot quickly. 

"Cat, can we talk?" he asked hesitantly.

I scrunched up my nose. "I don't want to talk. I'm sorry. I have too much on my mind right now."

He wouldn't meet my eyes. "I understand."

I normally wouldn't have felt bad about turning someone down, but this was different. He was different than anyone I had ever liked. I already knew him, so I knew why I liked him. And I knew I wouldn't stop. 

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "When all this is over, then we can talk about us."

"You don't have to be sorry," he replied, lacing his fingers through mine. I stared down at our hands. "I understand, Cat. You're worried about your brother."

"Thanks. For everything."

"I'd do anything to make you happy."

We were silent the rest of the way there. He didn't take his hand out of mine the whole time. I didn't deserve him. He deserved the world, and I couldn't give that to him.

"Do you need me to walk you in?" he asked after he parked.

"I got it from here. Thank you, though."

He got out and ran around the side of the car, opening my door for me. I took his hand, and he helped me out of the car. With a slight tug, he pulled me into another hug. This one was different than the last. It seemed like he was conveying his emotions for me through his touch. His hands circled around my waist, and I threw my arms around his shoulders. My fingers dug into his hair at the base of his neck for a second before I pulled away from him. 

"I have to go." I pointed to the hospital.

"Talk to you later?"

"Of course. Bye, Harvey."

"Bye, Cat."

I turned on my heel and headed inside. I wished Harvey and I had gotten together earlier on, but life had to get in the way. If we ever did try to get together, I wondered if life would still get in the way for us. Maybe we weren't meant to be together if something this big happened.