Bad Idea (Hariana)

019. FALSE ALARM

HARRY

Do you know that feeling when you're riding a high rollercoaster with the understanding that you don't know if you're going to survive after the ride because you feel like it's going to end badly? Because that's what I felt right at that moment.

I was watching Blair answer fan questions during her Supernova sessions, then the next thing I know, the girl is passed out on the stage. The fans were shocked, to say the last. But they were all very helpful, remaining mostly quiet and offering us water.

I honestly didn't know what's wrong with her so me and her family panicked a bit before making our way to the hospital to get her treatment. She remained unconscious the whole way there, which was enough to give me a heart attack.

I held her hand with mine as we parked in front of the hospital. I rushed her inside while her upper half dangled over my shoulder as I kept panicking and asking for assistance. "Help! My girlfriend passed out, I don't know what's wrong with her," I yelled to the hospital staff, my forehead deeply creasing.

Joan rushed to my side, rubbing her unconscious daughter's forehead in an attempt to try and regain her consciousness. I can't imagine how scary it would be to see your child in that state, nonetheless knowing that people probably filmed her passing out.

The doctors quickly took her and placed her into a bed before transferring her up to a room. After what seemed like forever, they finally let me inside the room to see my girlfriend. "I'm Doctor Endres, nice to meet you. Blair most likely passed out from a combination of two things; stress and dehydration."  She explained.

"Holy shit. Stress can do that?" I asked in a worried tone. "Mhm. You bet. Crazy isn't it? Anyways, we'll run some tests on her later just to be sure that it is those two things. You're allowed to come in now since things have calmed down, and she should be waking up any moment." She explained.

I nodded with a grateful smile and carefully
opened the door.  I sat down beside her and held her hand then kissed the back of her it. I sat with her and waited. For what? I'm not exactly sure. I wanted to hold her in my arms and have confirmation that she was alright.

In what seemed to be a few minutes later, her eyes fluttered open, confusion prevalent in the expression she wore across her face. "Baby?" She asked.

"Hey, angel. I'm glad you woke up, I was getting quite lonely." I smiled and poked her side. "What happened?" She asked with a pair of squinted eyes and furrowed brows.

"You passed out during the Q&A, I'm sorry love," I said and sighed. Her eyes immediately filled with panic as she looked around the hospital room. "Why? What's wrong with me?" She worried. "Nothing is wrong with you, love. I promise. The doctors said it's most likely stress and dehydration." I reassured her. 

"Fuck. We had one session and now it's fucking ruined because I can't seem to manage my shit." She began to say with teary eyes.  "Love, it's not your fault. None of it. You can't help it, and I'm sure the fans understand that." I cooed, rubbing her arm up and down. 

"And Scooters downstairs. We can ask him to schedule another one in Los Angeles. It'll be okay I prom —" I began to offer before getting cut off.

"Do you think I'm pregnant?" She asked. I swallowed and looked at the floor, then at my girlfriend. She looked so helpless, covered in tubes and her hair mangled.

I looked at her shocked and stared at her abdomen. "I don't know. You'd know yourself better than I would but Blair, you're on the pill." I reasoned.  "I know the chances of you not getting pregnant when you're on the pill are like ninety nine percent, so it's not likely." I said.

She laughed at me and shook her head. "Look, I'm just saying. There's always that one percent chance." She said.

Sensing I was already overthinking, she saved herself with another comment. "We obviously can't have a baby yet, and the universe knows that. You have an album, I have an album. Tours are in our future, the universe knows. What i'm trying to say is please don't worry, because we don't need another one of us passing out because we're stressed over a baby that isn't even real." She giggled softly, taking my hand into hers and intertwining it.

She was sitting up in the bed now. I believed her, figured she was right. 99 percent, it had to be. I leaned forward and kissed the skin of her exposed chest, making her smile. A soft knock on the door alerted us, making me get off of her quickly.

"Miss Klein, glad to see you're awake." Doctor Endres smiled. She was holding a paper file with a few sheets of paper, hopefully with her test results in it. "So we ran a couple tests on you, and it turns out you're indeed just dehydrated. The probability of you being purely stressed out is high as well, so I suggest taking it easy these next couple of days." The doctor ordered.

I held her hand and listened intently for the doctors suggestions to help Blair feel better, and soaked up every word like a sponge. She was more than just my girlfriend, and it was my duty to make sure she was okay.

The doctor eventually left the room, leaving me and Blair to each other once more. I sighed and placed my hand onto her shoulders. "Rest, now. Doctors orders." I smiled, making her blush.

"No seriously, don't do that ever again. You fucking scared me." I laughed slightly, although nothing was funny. She nodded slowly and looked up at the ceiling, tears forming in her eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong? Do you feel bad again?" I asked, extremely concerned. I rose up from my chair next to her bed and turned to head for the door, ready to ask for help.

"No, no. Come back Haz. I'm fine, really." She whispered in a weak voice. I listened to her directions and sat back down.

"Then tell me what's wrong. I hate seeing you cry." I pleaded, rubbing her hand and twisting the hospital bracelet on her wrist.

"I just — I .." She began to whisper. The tears now streamed down her face as she stared into the bright ceiling lights. "I just really, really love you, Harry." She shut her eyes quickly, forcing out the last of her tears.

She looked so beautiful when she cried. Even if her hair was messy, even if her cheeks were pink. I really did adore that woman with every fiber of my being.

"I love you too, B."

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