❛❛ no. ❜❜ how pathetic he feels, stuck in this hospital, no idea what his future holds. a few short weeks ago all harrison cared about was winning class president, pushing his migraines aside and aiming for the top. now here he is, not knowing when — or if — he’ll recover, not knowing if he’ll be stuck this weak and pathetic shell of who he used to be. deep down harrison’s well aware that no one will be thinking pathetic when they look at him, no one holds those feelings for kids in the cancer ward, but it’s how he feels. he doesn’t feel brave, or strong, or inspiring. he feels tired. and sore. and sick. ❛❛ i mean— kinda. ❜❜ he doesn’t even want to admit it to a nurse when he needs help, no matter how obvious it may seem. just yesterday he’d walked these halls, now he feels like maybe he shouldn’t have cast that wheelchair aside so fast. ❛❛ but it’s— the pains always there. it’s— it’s no worse than normal. ❜❜