Fight Club (h.s.)

Part 12

The slow steady beep is heard as I wake up, my nose the new hostage to an oxygen machine. My head pounds, the pain only increasing as I attempt to move.

"Doctor, she's awake," someone says, my eyes flickering to see the origin of the voice. A burly man walks in and says hello, my words small and weak in response.

"Her vitals are stable and her neck is fine. The brace helped," he says, pulling up a rolling stool to bring his presence beside me.

"How do you feel Danielle?" he asks, my heartbeat a steady sound in the room.

"My head...it hurts," I tell him, his head nodding.

"You hit your head very hard. There was a minor wound that was aided by the man that brought you here. It was a close call; your condition already proving trauma to you head. A previous concussion," he says, my head slowly beginning to attempt to nod.

"Where is he?" I ask, yearning to hold my boyfriend's hand, have him take the pain away.

"Harry?"

"Y-Yes," I croak, his hand removing the oxygen from beneath my nose.

"I'd assume at home. It's nearly three in the morning," he says, my fingers fiddling with themselves.

"I can give him a call..." he trails.

"Yes. Please," I say, his head nodding.

Closing my eyes, I try to block out the pulse in my head and the lights currently bringing pain to my head. I soon realize I'm in a gown, my clothes absent from my body. There isn't anything but my underwear; one move of this gown and I'm exposed.

Muffled voices are heard outside my room and I squeeze my eyes shut, my head fighting the extremes of this pain.

The door opens and I look over, my hand soon taken in Harry's large one. He sits beside me and I lightly tug him closer, his body quickly getting up.

"God, I've been so worried," he whispers, my hand soon encased in his.

"Your fingers," I take notice, the knuckles scratched and swollen.

"Smashed his face in. He deserved it," he sighs, fingers gripping onto mine.

"You've been out two days. You hit your head pretty hard and I wasn't allowed to be here after visiting hours. It sucks, but I was here the entire time I was allowed."

His lips kiss my forehead delicately, almost afraid he'd hurt me further. Bringing my hand to his cheek, I bring him down and kiss him. His lips only set soft pecks to my lips, my head resting back on the pillow.

"I never meant for anything to happen to you," he breathes out, my hand touching over his face. He looks exceptionally glowing right now; his green irises bright in the lighting.

"I've let you down," he mumbles, my fingers setting over his lips so he doesn't say anything else.

"No. It wasn't your fault," I explain, his lips releasing a sigh. He only shakes his head and pulls me into his arms, my head in horrible pain but I choose to ignore it. I tightly wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me tightly as well, his hands felt on my bare back.

He quickly moves the material to cover me, easing my muscles to fully relax into him.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, my hand gripping onto the curls that fall out of his beanie.

"Please. I need you," I whisper, his body stiffening. "I'm safe with you."

His arms become constrictors, unable to move from his grip. The silence between us is calming, my eyes closing as he softly kisses my cheek.