Mirrored Exile (HS)

sixty six

chapter sixty six - hanging by a moment

Lucy Caddel

The very first and only tattoo I got was the le cygne one on my waist. It translated from French to the swan. I chose to get it as a way to honour my uncle. They had some significance to him and my aunty so it felt right to get it. However, I had no idea how this tattoo looked now as I was shot where it is. There would definitely be a scar, but it's weird because I don't feel bothered by that. I was yet to come to terms with that report that stated he killed the supposed love of his life.

One of the doctors gave off a very unmissable vibe. He was tall and quite muscly. I wanted to get a closer look on his face but the surgical mask made it difficult. Being on heavy painkiller drugs and still missing blood also took part in my ability to grasp at many things in my mind.

I saw him come through the door again so I pretended to be fully out still. I pinched my eyes shut gently but kept one open in the slightest bit. He set a few things down on the table to my right. Food, water, drugs. I wasn't taking anything from him. Something in my instinct told me this.

As he set it down, he readjusted his glove and a tattoo peaked from the inner side of his wrist. Not only did it look familiar, but it looked as if it was intentionally being hidden by a strapping that had slid down. He pulled it up in a fast manner so it was covered again. I remembered exactly what it was. The Falcon tattoo.

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I woke up sometime later with a raging headache. The lights were switched off now and there was only a small lamp on beside me. A warm feeling pooled in my left hand so I tilted my head slowly to see a hand in mine. I could tell by the rings and the warmth of the skin, that it was Harry's. He was on a chair with his elbow perched on the armrest and his head rested on the palm of his hand. He hadn't seen I was awake yet but I had no idea how long I was out for. He was texting someone, Zayn I assume.

I gently swirled my finger on his palm for his eyes to shoot up from his phone. "Hey."

"Hi." I say through a yawn.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit... by a truck... or a train." I paused. "Let's just say I feel like shit."

"Yeah, I've had that feeling. Except mine was only in the arm. Yours is uh- obviously worse."

I chuckled. "Thanks."

I admired his face for the moment of silence that I was granted with. His ruffled curls that hung loosely as a shimmer of brunette. The light reflected off his silky hair and it was hypnotizing.

A small smile curved up the corner of his mouth. "What?"

"You're just nice to admire."

I told him how it was, because I now realized life was too short not to. I've come so close to losing my life or losing him.

"You're nice to admire too." He grinned.

I tilted my head on the pillow and swirled my finger on his palm like I did before. Around in a full circle, I felt his skin at the very end of my index finger.

The door to the room suddenly swung open to see a blonde staring down at me.

"Lucy!" Niall reached the edge of my hospital bed with a sympathetic look on his face.