Again

What really happened?

Unknown P.O.V

I woke up gasping. Another night of a dream that kept recurring since the car crash. Life wasn't the same for me or him. I never went to work, spending most of my time by his bedside at the hospital. The only I could afford living here was because I knew the land lord and he knew the situation I was in. Getting out of bed I began my mourning routine, I did everything in slow motion as though I was a zombie.
After I got dressed I went to the store and bought flowers, roses to be more specific. Every day I would and buy a bouquet of flowers which I would attain by my parents although I did feel a bit guilty, I would rather have him wake with a bunch of roses then nothing so I drank away the guilt as well as everything else. Pulling up to the parking lot of the hospital, I spent most of my days in. Walking up to the front desk I could feel the pity radiating off of all the workers and doctors, but it was more today for some reason. My heart started beating faster as I noticed something was off, terribly off. I was walking up to the counter when someone stopped me, it was my mom. Okay something was wrong.
"What happened?" I asked desperately.
She looked at me sadly.
"He was taken for surgery this morning, his heart stopped beating."
I gasped, tears filling my eyes.
"W-where is he now?"
"Still in surgery."
I collapsed onto the seat, and put my head between my legs as I tried to fend off a panic attack. Nothing happened to him he's fine okay. He has to be. He was doing fine for so long, he can't leave me now. And with a never ending mantra in my head, I dozed off. I woke up a few hours later with someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. I suddenly sat up.
"How is he? Where is he?"
I turned to the person who woke me up, my mom, impatiently expecting an answer.
"He's resting, he came out five minutes ago," she spoke these words softly, trying not to push me too much.

I smiled at her grateful for her being there, I don't know if I would've survived a year of this without her. I got and stretched my muscles as I began to walk around for a bit. I walked past patients that were crying tears of joy and some that were mourning. I had stopped crying several months ago only when I physically couldn't cry. I walked up to the vending machine and bought myself a packet of crisps, and another one for my mom. When I returned to the spot I was sitting I spotted a doctor talking to my mother somberly. I sped and quickly stood by my mother listening attentively.
"Since, he's been in a coma for a year and a couple of months, the hospital likes to keep up to date with the family and friends and make sure that they're all mentally stable and none of you are too effected by theses series of unfortunate events."
My mother didn't hesitate a second before nodding her head.
"It would be fine you can't start with me and then my family and then we'll call his family, if that's okay with you?"
"If you would just follow me we'll talk for about twenty minutes before I call in your son."
Twenty minutes later, my mother came back a little teary eyed, I immediately stood up and hugged her and she held onto me tightly. I felt her tears dampening my shirt and I felt my chest ache at that. I just wanted things back to normal but it would be a while before that happened. I began walking towards the doctor's office, but I took my time I haven't fully spoken to anyone about the accident so far so this would be my first time thinking back on it and I'm not sure I'm entirely ready for that. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and entered.
"Good evening, why don't you take a seat?"
I slowly sunk into the cushioned leather seats of the sofa and looked at my hand which were shaking.
"Why don't we start with a name, and you telling me what happened?"
"Um-my name is Louis Tomlinson, and my fiancée, Harry Styles, has been in a coma for a year and 3 months"