~CHAPTER 16~

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~HARRY'S POV~

"Emily? Wake up! Hello??"

I called her name for a several minutes now. I was jumping with my hands stuck in my pocket. I almost was about to freeze to death out here. I waved my hands in front of her face and snapped my fingers. I even tried to shake her but I didn't get any response out of her. Emily was way too quiet. She didn't even make a single peep. I kept on trying to wake her up to get her to go inside and sleep instead of out here. I put my hand over her cheeks to wake her up when I suddenly pulled back. I could still feel how cold it was even with my gloves on. I shuddered and gulped. It was so cold that I couldn't believe it. I quickly felt her hand temperature to find it cold as ice too. Woah. She was like a frozen popsicle that just came out of the freezer. I sniffled my nose out in the cold and attempted to wake her up once more. It didn't feel right. Something was wrong. Definitely wrong.

"Emily!"

I hopped off of the steps to get a closer look. I took off my earmuffs and the cold air instantly felt like it was piercing my ears. I placed it over her ears hoping she would wake up from that. Still, no response like I expected. My breath was making the white puffy-looking-steam from the cold. I saw half-finished snow mans on the sides of the street that were made by the neighbors. I looked around a little and stared up at the sky. I pulled off my gloves and set them aside. I made her head lean against me now. I propped her up and supported her by cradling her into my arms. For some reason, she just refused to open her eyes. She seemed to be holding up her head when suddenly she went limp. Her head almost hit the cement ground and I dove in. She literally fell and I barely caught her. If it weren't for me, she would've been seriously hurt. My hands were trembling- afraid. I was a bit scared because she just wasn't waking up. Was she even sleeping? I put my ear up to her mouth and heard that she was moaning slightly. Her breathing was very faint and it was hard to hear her breathe. I took off her hoodie from her head and finally realized what was going on. Her face showed under the dim lights and she was completely knocked out. I quickly grabbed ahold of her arms and carried her into my arms. Something was seriously wrong. Emily was unconscious.

"Emily? Wake up. Em?"

No reply.

"Emily?"

"Oh god. Emily. Please."

I looked down in my arms and she was pale as ice. I kicked open the door to my room and laid her down on my bed. I felt her shivering and breathing heavily. I crouched right beside her and quickly took off her jacket. I threw it off to the side and realized that it was the only thing she had on beside her tank top. Her face was so cold it made my hands numb and her hair was wet. I put my hand on her forehead gently and she was breaking out in a cold sweat. I stroked her cheeks trying to warm her. I unwrapped her scarf and took off her beanie. I climbed into the bed and took her in my arms. I quickly wrapped us in the warm blankets hoping to get her as warm as possible. I hugged her tightly in my arms and felt the corners of my eye well up. This wasn't happening. I begged her to please wake up and be okay. Please wake up. I gently cradled her into my head and waited for her to return to her normal body temperature. I put my arms around her and pit my head against hers. I held her closely as possible. I carefully slipped out of the bed and made some hot towels. I didn't know any faster way to make them so I just stuck them into the microwave and crossed my fingers. Just hope this works. I kept looking upstairs in case she woke up and she came down. I hoped by the time I went up there she would be greeting me by a smile. Emily. What the hell were you doing out there? I swear sometimes she just doesn't think. I raced up the stairs and headed towards my room. Maxy was beside me and wagging his tails. He had his tongue stuck out and followed me into the room and jumped on the bed. He laid his head beside her feet and started to whimper. I wiped her hands and dabbed her face with the hot towel. There was a dim light stand in the room and it was still dark outside. My mom wouldn't be back for hours. I was worried if I was doing the right thing or making it worse. She was still pale and moaned frequently. Her hands were exactly where I had left them. She hadn't moved even a little bit. It seemed like she was murmuring something but it was hard to make out. I sometimes answered her whimper with a nod or giving her hands a squeeze. I stroked her hair and prayed that she would wake up soon. It seemed like she was dreaming about something. Talking to herself or someone? I had no clue. I held her hand tightly as possible. I wanted to bury her in my arms and stay like that forever. Hours passed and she still didn't open her eyes. The good part was that the color was slowly returning to her face a little by little. She seemed a little bit warmer. Her hand was warm and she moved around a bit.

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