Harley had spent most of the last few days trying to recover from the shock of the bombing and making sure his friends were okay. It didn't help that he'd gotten in a massive fight with his father over going to the march in the first place - and it was the only reason why he hadn't been there when the bombs went off. And of course, once Bubba found out what happened, that turned into another fight all together, with Bubba telling him that he'd been right in insisting Harley stayed home. All things considered, Harley's dad had a really fucked up way of saying he cared. Bubba only paid attention when Harley did something wrong, or dangerous, and couldn't give a shit about him otherwise. It was times like these when Harley was looking forward to moving back on campus and living his own life for a while. He had to get his own place by the end of this school year because seriously, he was over this shit already.
There was one friend he hadn't been able to get a hold of, and that was Gabby. Oh, he'd called, and he'd left her text messages, and when he finally found out she was in the hospital? He more or less lost it. His first reaction was to jump in his Firebird and drive out to where she was, regardless of if she wanted him there or not. When he arrived he towered over the nurse who showed him to her room. And seeing Gabby in the hospital bed, hooked up to machines and looking like shit? Harley didn't like it. At all. And his face said it.
He rushed right over to her, perched on the side of the bed like the bird he was, and reached out for her. "Gabby, oh my god, how are you doing? And don't lie to me, please, I don't think I could handle it right now." She might not be officially his girlfriend, but she was close enough and damn it, Harley was a fussy worried little riflebird right now.