Oblivion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 9

A couple weeks past, and I felt like shit. Literal shit. My head was pounding, I couldn't breath out of my nose, and my throat was on fire. I stayed in my pajamas and called in sick for work. I haven't taken a day off once since I started working there. I hardly ever get sick. When I did, my foster mom or the nurse at the boarding school I went to, would take care of me.

Now, I'm on my own. I didn't have any medicines in my cabinet, so I was forced to shower, get dressed, and go to the store to get something.

It was times like these, that I wish I had a car, so I didn't need to walk or take the bus. I was tempted to call Harry, but after a month of not speaking, it broke my heart to think that our friendship was most likely over.

I decided to dip into my savings jar and pull out enough money for a cab. I don't want to be on a bus right now.

"Where would you like to go?" The driver asked.

"A pharmacy please," I croak. He nods.

We drove in silence, and I almost fell asleep in the cab.

"Do you need me to wait outside?"

"No, thank you though," I give him my money and go into the store. I only had enough for one trip.

I picked out a bunch of medicines for a cold, and then headed home. Still not feeling up to taking the bus, I walked home.

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I took the medication and then went to rest. As I was walking to my bedroom, my vision blurred. I gripped onto the nearest thing I could find to steady myself. My stomach began to ache. Next thing I know, I'm throwing up.

I hurried to the bathroom before I threw up more. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were slightly yellow.

The safest thing I could probably do, was call my doctor. "Doctor Martin's office, how can I help you?"

"Hi, this is Eden Armstrong. I'm calling, because I had cold and took some medication. Now, I'm really dizzy, throwing up, and my eyes are yellow." My vision blurred again and I gripped the sink.

"Ok, we are sending someone to come take you to the hospital right now. Is there anything else wrong?"

"I-I'm sorry who's this?" I asked.

"This is your doctor's office. I'm going to need you to stay on the line."

"Right, right sorry."

"Is there anyone you need us to call, to meet you at the hospital?" They asked. There was a knock at the door.

"Hold on someone's at my door," I open it and am greeted by paramedics. I was about to tell them I was fine, when my vision blurred and I found myself being supported by the paramedics arms.

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I blinked a few times before fully waking up. I looked around a bit, remembering I was at a hospital. My head hurt a bit and I was still congested.

"You're awake," a voice says. I turn to look at where the voice came from.

"Harry?" I ask.

"Hi," he smiles.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I got an emergency call saying you were in the hospital."

"And you came?"

"Of course I came," he chuckles.

"I-" I'm cut off by the doctor walking in.

"Look who's up." I smile. "So," the doctor begins, "I have to ask you some personal questions. Is it alright that your friend stays here while I ask?"

"Yeah it's fine," I shrug.

"Okay. So, have you ever had any suicidal thoughts?"

"When I was younger, but my counselor helped me get over it," I respond, truthfully.

"Have those thoughts come back recently?"

"No. Why?"

"Well, the reason you were taken to the hospital was because of overdose."

"Overdose?" Harry asks.

"Yes. We had to pump your stomach of all medication."

"I took the medicine I bought to make myself feel better. Not for fun and certainly not to kill myself," I say.

"Alright. Then what we have right here is an OTC or accidental overdose. We're going to keep you overnight just to make sure you're well, but then we'll be able to send you home tomorrow."

"Okay," I sigh.

"Press the bottom if you need anything," he says and walks out of the room.

Harry and I sit in silence.

"I-uh-thanks for coming."

"Oh, you're welcome. It's no big deal," he smiles.

"We haven't talked in awhile," I quietly say.

"Yeah, I've been dealing with some things. Carly was having another affair," he sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah it's fine. I just sorta suck at love," he laughs half-heartedly.

"Hey, someone will come around and they'll make you the happiest guy out there. Maybe Carly wasn't it, but I promise she's out there."

"I really hope so." He doesn't take his eyes of off me as he says that. I lean my head against the pillow and close my eyes.

I wake up once during the night and glance around the dark room. My heart breaks a little more, when I hear Harry crying in the corner.

A/N: I didn't edit this, but I thought I'd do an early update. I get off of school this Tuesday, so I'm going to start updating more often after. I thought I could TRY to do an update every Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. I have no social life, so I'll have plenty of time to do updates. Hope everyone has a good week and I'll have an update ready by Wednesday :)