Harry Styles Fanfiction - Remember Me?

Chapter 300

October 2021
**YOUR POV**
Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked over at me all confused.

„Hey there. You scared me there for a minute." I said with a soft voice, knowing his head must have been pounding as he had placed his hand on his forehead and his brows were furrowed.

„What happened?" He asked still confused, noticing the bandage on his head, covering the cut and hissed when he touched it.

I took his hand and brought it back down, away from his head. „Baby, you fell down the stage into the hole of the trap door. Don't you remember?"

„I remember tripping and then nothing." He said. „Why was the trap door open?"

„I don't know, but don't worry about that now. The doctor will examine you in a bit." I told him, holding onto his hand gently.

„My back!" He remembered again. „Y/n, my back. I hit it, I know I fell on it. What if it's broken? What if I need surgery again?"

„Hey shhhh, calm down. They'll check everything in a bit. Let's not freak out now, okay?"

Right then the doctor walked in and when I looked up, it was no other than Doctor Russell who first took care of Harry, then me. He was the one we trusted most.

„Doctor Russell, thank god it's you!" I said when he came to greet us and shook my hand.

„I heard Harry had an accident and instantly wanted to take over. What happened?" He asked us while looking at the chart the paramedics gave him.

„He was performing and there was this trap door that didn't close. Eventually, he tripped over a cable and fell right into it." I explained to him.

„Okay, I know you've been unconscious for a while. Do you remember anything that happened?" The doctor asked Harry.

„No...I tripped and everything went black." Harry said tiredly. „I'm just scared because of my back...I fell on it, I remember hitting it and it hurts so much."

„We'll x-ray your spine right after I finished here. I know it's scary, but try not to worry too much now." He said and looked at the chart again.

The doctor then took a look at Harry's ankle who was almost screaming as soon as he touched it which wasn't a good sign at all.

„Alright, we'll take you in for an x-ray of your spine and your ankle and also a CT scan of your head so we can make sure nothing is wrong with your brain since you hit your head pretty hard, but I'm sure it's just a mild concussion." Doctor Russell explained. „Regarding your ankle, to me it looks like it's broken."

„Broken?!" Harry exclaimed, looking at me and knowing he had more than half of the American tour ahead of him.

I placed my hand on top of his thigh. „Listen, think about yourself and your health first. Everything else comes second, okay?" I looked at him, knowing he wouldn't stop thinking about tour and feeling bad for the fans if I didn't tell him.

He just nodded at that and eventually a few minutes later, two nurses came to get Harry for the x-rays and the CT scan.

When he came back half an hour later, he was sitting upright against his pillows in bed and the neckbrace was gone what was some kind of relief, because it meant that his back was probably alright.

„Hey." I smiled at him when the nurses left and approached his bed, sitting down on the edge of it and took his hand. „How are you feeling?" I leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.

„I'm so scared..." He admitted, his voice finally breaking and the tears he's been holding inside came running down his soft cheeks.

„Oh baby..." I cupped his cheek, wiping some of the tears away. „It's all gonna be okay. It was...fucking unfortunate, but it's gonna be alright."

„It's always unfortunate for me somehow...why is it always me? What if I broke my back again? If I broke my ankle? I won't be able to continue tour either way and I hate it." He admitted to me.

„I know it's shit, I know it's been a lot throughout these past years, but whatever it is, you're not alone. I'll always be by your side every step of the way, you know that." I told him. „Please don't be sad, my lovie. It'll all work out in the end."

Some of his tears kept on coming, so I leaned forward to hug him tightly and kept telling him it was all gonna be okay.

After a quick knock on the door, it opened and Doctor Russell came in with the results. He stood in front of Harry's bed and looked at the chart in his hands before he looked up. „Alright, Harry. As I assumed, you've got a mild concussion so your head might pound for a while. The cut on your forehead isn't deep, you won't need any stitches." He started to explain. „Now to your spine." He picked one of the x-rays out of the file and showed it to us. „You're spine is perfect, no broken vertebraes, not broken fusion, nothing. Everything is okay, you'll probably just be a bit bruised for a while." He told us and I looked at Harry who looked at me with the same relieved expression.

„Now, your ankle..." He grabbed the second x-ray. „See that here?" The doctor pointed to two bones. „Unfortunately, that's a fracture. It seems as if the cable that was wrapped around your ankle, strained it quite a lot and the fall made it snap. You can also see that some ligaments are torn around this area." Doctor Russell explained.

„What...what does that mean now?" Harry frowned, very obviously scared and nervous, looking at me with wide eyes.

„It means, you'll need a surgery to fix it. Unfortunately it's not a clean break. The bones shifted a bit and without a surgery, there might be long term damage." Doctor Russell told us and my heart sank at the word surgery.