Tongue Tied [H.S]

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One week later...

I'm startled awake by a knock on the hospital room door. I groan and rub my hands over my face before hoisting myself up, making my way over to the door.

Everyone else has gone home. I told them that I'd tell them if anything with Luna changed. They were hesitant to leave but I reassured them that I was sure, and that I'd be okay here on my own, so they all left...

Everyone but Niall.

That fucker wouldn't leave even if I dragged him from the hospital.

Annoying prick.

Before opening the door, I glance over to the couch in the corner of the room to see Niall sprawled across it, mouth wide open, snoring his fucken' head off.

I look over to the clock on the wall to check the time.

12:43pm

Fuck, I didn't know it was that late.

I grab the door handle and turn it to be faced with the doctor and two other nurses.

"good morning Harry" one of the nurses say to me.

I nod my head in response, stepping to the side, gesturing for them to come in.

They look over to Niall and then back to me, and then back to Niall. I huff and roll my eyes before grabbing a newspaper from the coffee table and throwing it at Niall's head, causing him to sharply breathe in and leap up from the couch.

"what. Is she awake? Did she die? What's happening?" the fuckhead mumbles quickly.

"she's not dead idiot, they're giving us an update, wake the fuck up" I respond, shaking my head.

Niall sighs and runs his hands over his face, "you didn't have to fucken' hit me"

I ignore him and turn back to face the doctor, "what's the update doc?"

"well... good morning Niall... we were coming to tell you that Luna has improved significantly this past week and we are going to start reducing the amount of anaesthetic she's under to see if she will wake up on her own. We have high hopes as she's becoming a lot stronger and she's looking a lot healthier than she did a week ago."

"wait, are you serious" Niall butts in, standing up quickly from his seat on the couch.

I stand there silently, not knowing what to think. Not believing them for a second.

All we've gotten these past few weeks is nothing but the same old shit, she isn't getting better, we'll monitor her, we are hoping for the best.

Today was different.

Today they were going to try something new. And I'm so relieved things are getting better.

"we're very serious Niall. I know you guys haven't had much luck these past few weeks, so trust me when I say that we were, and are very happy to give you this news. There's no promises with how she will react to this change, her body has gotten used to the vent breathing for her, so we will have to pray for a good outcome."

I still don't reply, instead I take a sharp breath in, it's like fresh air, I feel like I haven't had the time to breathe properly at all these last few weeks.

I don't believe in god, but the amount of praying I've done these last few weeks is insane, it's like I have nobody else to talk to about this shit so fuck it, what's there to lose?

"when is this happening? When are you going to do this?" I ask.

"whenever you're ready" the doctor replies.