Hours passed by slowly since Hannah made that phone call. She had no idea if this visitor was going to show up or not. Her body was shaking and anxiety was starting to kick in; she couldn't get herself to stop overthinking everything. Before she had the chance to run upstairs and solemnly sit in her dark bedroom, she heard Gavin wake up and walk towards the guest bathroom.
Once Gavin was finished and he shut the door, he was surprised to see that his girlfriend was still awake. She was sitting by the fireplace, shivering and looking down at the floor. He immediately grabbed the blanket off the floor, wrapped it around her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Is everything okay, Hannah?" he asked, feeling a little nervous.
It looked like she wasn't in the mood to talk, so he just rubbed her shoulders in attempts to calm her down. He kept shushing her every time she talked down on herself.
Gavin was starting to get worried, but he swallowed down his nerves and said, "It's okay, Hannah. Please try to calm down. I love you."
The moment he and Hannah was sharing was interrupted when the doorbell rang. Both he and his girlfriend got up out of their seats and Gavin made his way towards the door. When he opened it, he was dumbfounded and started to stutter. "H-hi. Please, come in..." he said. The guy at the door was at least two feet taller than him and had broad shoulders, and not to mention that he had perfectly groomed hair and eyebrows. He seemed to be in his late or mid-twenties, and even though he probably wouldn't be interested in his girlfriend now, Gavin couldn't help but think otherwise. Who is this guy and why is he here?, he asked himself. Suddenly he was feeling a little inferior, but that feeling faded away when Hannah walked over and stood beside him.
"So how is your grandmother doing?" he asked her as he made his way to Gran's bedroom.
"She's fast asleep now, but I just wanted you to check and make sure there's nothing wrong," Hannah said as she followed him. "I'm just concerned that her health might be at risk."
"I understand," the doctor said calmly. "Please, why don't you stay out in the living room? It seems that your friend could use the company."
Once Hannah was back in his view, Gavin immediately put his arms around her and kissed her. This made her smile and she kissed him back.
"So why is this guy here? Do you know him?" he asked while he massaged his girlfriend's soft hand. The two of them were now sitting on the couch and Hannah had laid her head on her boyfriend's chest. Before she answered his questions, she took his hand and sat up.
"He's an old friend of mine from back in East Hartford," she explained. "Actually, we were neighbors and I used to come to his house every day after school. He would help me with my homework most afternoons."
"So you were close to this guy back then but you don't remember us being neighbors?" Gavin asked with a laugh.
Hannah nudged his elbow and jokingly said, "Come on. I don't even know how far your house was from mine nor did I ever cross paths with you. If we had, I would have remembered."
For a moment she leaned her head on her boyfriend's shoulder then passed out. When the doctor came out of Gran's bedroom half an hour later, Gavin shook her awake.
"Your grandmother's physical health is starting to catch up to her. Her pulse is below the normal rate and her breathing isn't as steady as it has been," he said as he packed away his supplies and slung the stethoscope over his shoulders. "I'd suggest that you guys visit my office the next day. I'd like to run some other tests on her just for our records. Also Hannah, you should try getting some more sleep. You look like you could use it right now."
Hearing the doctor saying these things about her grandmother made Hannah's heart drop like a ten pound weight being thrown into a river. If Gran were to die in the next few months or so, she'd be without a home or guardian. She'd be put into foster care or an orphanage. Just thinking about these thoughts sent her into panic. Gavin exchanged parting glances with the doctor and then showed him towards the door. He then took Hannah's hand and they both went upstairs. He wanted her to sleep for a solid eight hours, so instead of making her sleep by herself, he got under the covers on the left side of the bed.
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