69. Who was calling?
~ Christina's P.O.V. ~
"Alright," the doctor started, taking off his glasses and looking up at me. "It seems that nothing is wrong in your blood. However, you're going to have to stay here in the hospital for a few days, just in case something's wrong. Don't ever try to pull this again, it can lead you to have Anorexia. You're very lucky that it didn't cause anything."
"I won't. But, how many days will that be, exactly?" I asked.
"About 3 or 4. It's gonna take a while to scan your all of your DNA samples." The doctor finished, leaving the room. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Harry peeked through the door. "Can I come in?" He laughed, letting his dimples show. I nodded. He came in and sat down next to me, smiling.
"How did it go? Will you be okay?" He asked, holding my hand.
"Yeah, but I'm going to have to stay here for a few days.." I said, sulking at the wall.
"Is everything okay? You look worried." He asked.
"Yeah, it's just.. I don't know. I feel like such an idiot for letting all of this happen, Harry."
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault, you didn't know. I'm here for you." He told me, smiling. His phone rang loudly. He answered the call and put the phone near his ear.
"Hello?" "What?" "Who is this?" "You better leave Christina alone." "No." "Bye." Was all that Harry had said.
Who was calling, and why did they mention me?
"Harry, who was that?" I asked.
"I don't know. Just some 'fan', I guess... He was uhh.. threatening to kill you.." He admitted, staring down at his hands.
"What? Why? What have I done?" I asked.
"I don't know. But if she dares to lay a finger on you, I will stop her. I don't care how much it takes. I'm not gonna let you get hurt like that."