SOFT SPOT// h.s

5.0 ~ it's over

His fingers twitched feebly in my fierce grip before the deafening sound from the monitor pierced through the room.

The sound I had been dreading to hear.

The sound of a flat line.

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No no no. This could not be happening.

I could barely even see him past the flurry of the medical staff that were trying to revive him. I stood there frozen with shock in the midst of it all, with no idea whatsoever of what to do or how to feel.

I felt the colour drain from my face as Gemma crumpled to the floor, unable to restrain herself from her overwhelming grief.

But I was trapped. Trapped in the mindset of, he can't be gone. He isn't dead.

But when I came to my senses, I pushed past the nurses and squeezed into a space by Harry's side, tears streaming non-stop down my face.

"Harry, please," I whispered as I gripped his hand. "Don't leave me."

"Don't leave me," I repeated, only louder, willing him on.

I heard a nurse say, "it's over." And another one said, "we've lost him." But I didn't lose hope. I didn't take my eyes off his face as the medical staff crowded around him, still trying to bring him back to life.

My heart was in my mouth as I felt myself waiting. Waiting for a miracle. "Harry, don't you dare give up," I urged him fiercely.

But a significant part of inside me had already begun to die. I had lost hope to some degree, I felt helpless as I watched the one I loved trying to get back to me. I knew he was in there and he was fighting, but I didn't know if he could make it or not.

I silently prayed to above and wished for the best. Harry couldn't leave me. He still had so much to live for.

I bit my lip as I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, thinking of the possibility that I may never get to hear his voice again. My heart ached with sadness and my hands shook with anticipation. The suspense was merciless.

And then I felt something. Like a small pressure on my hand. I looked down to see Harry's fingers curled around my own. I watched his eyes open halfway and the monitor started beeping again.

"He- he's alive! Oh my god! He's breathing! He's- He's.. Looking at me," I gasped. "Oh Christ. Oh my god."

I heard some relieved sighs around the room and some exclaims of rejoice. But I couldn't stop the shakiness in my hands and legs. I thought my knees were about to buckle, but I was too afraid to take my eyes off him, fearful that he would slip away again.

The doctor had to take some tests, so I let Gemma have her moment with him, as I sat back in the waiting room to give them some privacy, unable to process what had just happened. I had lost and found the love of my life in under ten minutes. It all seemed so surreal.

Gemma walked out with a huge smile on her face. "He's asking for you," she told me, grinning.

I returned her smile before rising from the chair. My legs were shaking in sync with my hands and my head was spinning with excitement. I could barely contain myself.

My eyes landed on him as soon as I walked into the room. My breath caught in my throat.

I hastily sat down beside him, watching him cautiously. "Harry oh my god," I said with relief.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Who are you?" He asked quizzically, his face blank.

And then my heart dropped to my stomach and I felt every bone in my body breaking. No. No way. He can't have forgotten who I am.