Night Shift [h.s]

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☁️ ALANNAH ☁️

Harry had been struggling a lot more than he'd willingly let on over the past few days, he'd tell me he was fine but I knew that physio was taking its toll on him. Not to mention the fact that he had been working himself beyond compare, if anything, perhaps over working himself during physio, striving to meet his end target.

He had his eyes upon the prize and that prize was coming home. He couldn't let the thought rest and he had been in hospital for just over three weeks now. It was starting to drive him up the wall. Though the good news was that he had been moved into a rehabilitation ward which was specifically for his needs right now. Medically he was cleared a few days ago, no longer needing any medications or oxygen, he didn't need to be monitored or watched like a hawk. I had been told that he had made a groundbreaking recovery by so many doctors and so they had made the decision to clear him medically and transfer him into a ward where he could purely work on his strength and mobility.

I think Harry had been the most pleased about his latest transfer to a new ward, though of course he vowed he would miss the nurses and was incessantly grateful for everything they had done for him, he was buzzing to finally get what he considered a proper room as well as privacy and a little more freedom rather than being attached to monitors and having an endless string of nurses constantly coming in to check up on him. Harry had said himself that he felt a lot more human in the rehabilitation ward and he was just a few steps away from actually being able to come home.

The end was in sight now and it's all that we were holding onto, it's all we really could hold onto.

Now that he was in a rehabilitation ward, the visiting hours weren't necessarily so strict and it helped a lot that Harry was actually very friendly with one of the doctors who worked on the ward, so he was able to bend the rules a touch. It also meant that Harry could finally get out and take his very first breath of fresh air since this whole wreck had happened. I had been able to take him out in the gardens in a wheelchair, though maybe the word garden was slightly over exaggerated, it was more like a tiny square with a little pot of flowers just outside of the ward, although it kind of just became Harry's little haven now. He'd often ask me to take him out into the fresh air despite the chill of February that would nip at our noses.

Harmony would come along as well at the weekends or sometimes I'd even bring her after school to chat Harry's ear off and she'd find great joy out of running around the tiny square off grass, and I know it healed Harry's soul to watch her as well.

Even though the progress may have felt slow to him, he was coming on such a long way and he had come on masses from where he had started. We just had to quite literally take baby steps with his recovery and I knew that it wouldn't be long at all until we were able to finally get him back home, into his own bed, into his own environment. I knew he was counting down the days.