My eyes opened and all I could see was white. Everything was fuzzy, like there was a thin line of fog hovering over the room. I looked around as everything came into focus. A soft voice whispered my name as I tried to adjust to my new surroundings. Where was I?
“Mellissa, darling. Hello! Doctor, she is awake!” A plump woman in her mid forties called out the door with a smile.
“Hello, Mellissa, how are you feeling?” A man in a white coat entered my room. “I’m Doctor Reid.”
“I’m really confused.” I admitted. “Where am I?”
“You’re in Saint James’ hospital.”
“Why?”
“You don’t remember?” He asked worriedly.
“No, I can’t seem to remember anything.” I frowned.
“Mellissa, can you tell me who your mother is?”
“Stacey Nichols.”
“Father?
“I don’t remember him. I never really got to meet him, I was too young.”
“Your neighbors.”
“Gemma, Anne, and Harry.” I replied quickly. “Harry Styles. Harry. Oh my god!” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand and gripping Dr. Reid’s arm tightly. “Where is Harry wasn’t he hurt?”
“Yes, your friend was hurt in an accident and is in a coma. You had a panic attack last night. We almost lost you.” Dr. Reid looked deep into my eyes.
“I need to see him.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that until we are assured that you are okay.”
“I won’t be okay until I see him don’t you understand?!” I exclaimed, eyes wild.
“Mellissa, please calm down, we definitely won’t let you see him if you have another attack.” Dr. Reid said gently. I closed my eyes, breathing in deep.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t want to lose him. Its all my fault.” I cried in despair.
“Honey, it is not your fault, accidents happen. Now I will let you be to calm down and in a few hours if you are fine and stabilized you may visit Mr. Styles.” The doctor and nurse left my room, shutting the door firmly. I groaned burying my face in my hands. A few minutes later a quiet knock echoed through my room. I looked up to see the policeman Eric poking his head through the door.
“Hey, you.” He smiled, coming into the room fully. “I heard that you shut down and got admitted into the hospital yourself.” I nodded grimly. “Nice going.” I snorted. “I went up to see if you were with Harry, but they told me that a girl who claimed to be his best friend was downstairs recently admitted for a panic attack.” I looked up.
“You saw Harry?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“How is he? Is he okay?” I demanded, sitting up abruptly in the bed. Eric pushed my shoulders back gently until my back hit the pillows that were propping me up.
“Slowly, now, can’t let you ruin your chances of seeing him today.” I sighed. “He is alright. Still in a coma. He got pretty beat up in the crash. Are you sure you want to see him?” Eric asked me, staring into my eyes deeply from where he was perched on the foot of my bed. I nodded. “I thought you would.” He looked out the window.
“Why did you come?” I blurted out. Eric glanced sideways at me. “Sorry, that was awfully rude of me.”
“No, you’re fine. I wanted to check up on you. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Part of my duties as a policeman.” I snorted.
