STRIP

30.

Clementine Adams

Fucking hell. Everything hurts.

I slowly open my eyes seeing it's almost completely dark in the room I'm in causing me to barely see where I am. The only light coming from the moon that's shining through the window. I look down at my body, the first thing I see is Harry's arm wrapped around me but a lot looser than usual. The second thing I notice is the hospital bed, gown, and blanket.

What the fuck?

I look around the room as my eyes adjust to the darkness noticing I am in fact in the hospital. How did I get here? Why am I here? Why does my body hurt so fucking bad?

I turn my head slightly to see Harry's eyes peacefully shut next to me. What time is it? I try to read the clock but it's too far away for my vision to reach. I don't know where any of my stuff is either. 

"Harry?" I whisper, my voice barely being heard by even my own ears. "Harry?" I try to speak a little louder. My voice is rough and doesn't even sound like me. I feel exhausted. Speaking just Harry's name twice is difficult to get out. 

I feel his arm move slightly up my side and rubbing against just the wrong area causing me to let out a slight yelp. He quickly opens his eyes that are filled immediately with concern.

"Clementine, baby, you're up," he speaks quickly, "are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"I, I don't know," I reply still confused, "what's going on?"

"You're in the hospital, lovie, I, uh, I have to call the doctor in to let them know you're awake and then we can talk, okay?" He says before pressing his lips against my temple and reaching his arm around me slightly further to press a button on a remote that lays next to me.

"What time is it?" I ask.

He looks over at the clock set up on the wall, "Just after ten, baby, I dropped you off around eight, you've been sleeping for about two hours," he explains.

"What happened? Why am I in the hospital? Why does my body hurt so bad?" I rush my questions out as I sit up, Harry hesitantly letting go of my body as I do. I'm so confused.

Fuck sitting up is hard, my sides heat up in a burning pain as I move as if to yell at me for being in a new position. 

"I hear lots of questions," someone walks into the room before walking to the sink and washing their hands. "Hi, Clementine, I'm Dr. Tiffins, questions are very common in your case, but first I need to know how you're feeling?"

"Uh, my body hurts, my head hurts, and I'm confused, how did I get here? Can I get some water?" I reply.

"Here, darling, here, I have some," Harry quickly turns in the bed, my body becoming envious at how quickly he's able to move to hand me water. 

I quickly toss back the water letting it wash down my throat and feeling my mouth become slightly refreshed. I'm trying to think of the last thing I remember. I remember being in the car with Harry but it feels a little blurry after that. 

"Do you remember anything from before you woke up?" She asks the same question that's playing in my mind. 

"Um, I remember being with Harry," I pause trying to put more together. 

"I dropped you off, darling, you needed something from you-" Harry starts but I cut him off. 

"Yeah I went to my car, then uh, I was walking through the parking lot, and uh," I stop again trying to remember more. How can I not remember anything else? Harry dropped me off at eight pm., and it's after ten. "Wait, wait," I start to panic.