The Darkest Pleasures

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

-----Two Days Later-----

I woke up 5 minutes ago, and from that moment until right now all I could think about was what I lasted truly remembered. I was staring up at the ceiling breathing in deeply. In my peripheral vision I could see that someone was sitting beside me. They kept shaking my arm; I could hear them saying my name repeatedly. But I continued to stare at the ceiling.

 I couldn’t take my gaze off that fixed point, even when that someone’s arms started to wave in my face.  I’m pretty sure I only blinked when whoever waved their arms above me. I was still unfazed by all that was happening to me at this current moment. I was trying to figure out where, and why I was in anyplace besides that alley or in the comforts of my own home. The person waving their arms didn’t last for that much longer; they shortly disappeared once the person next to me stopped saying my name. I had a feeling that whoever it was went to go get someone. Which was probably a good thing, I should probably snap out of what I am doing, but I just can find the motivation to do it. Because the way I felt was unpromising from what I should remember. There was something that I remembered after the alley. This memory I don’t know if it was real or not, but I don’t want to forget it. It is about Hazel, everything is always about Hazel.

Just as I was about to relapse into my reliving my last memory with her, there was a bright light beaming into my eye. That’s when I jerked back into reality.

“Harry…..Harry can you hear me?” The doctor said to me.

“Ummmm…yeah. Where am I?” I asked, finally coming to realization that this is a place that I do not recognize, except from my last memory. I was with her in this bed. However I don’t remember the room looking this way. The walls are unrealistic white and there were these large machines all around me making noises that I’m not accustomed to. Then there was the smell of sterilization chemicals, and what seemed like death.

“Harry you’re in the hospital.” The doctor said. I gazed more around the room, becoming aware of where I actually was.

“How long have I been here?” I asked. I noticed Liam beside the doctor breathing profusely. He must have run to go find someone, the moment I didn’t respond to him.

“You’ve been here for 5 days now. What is the last thing you remember?”

“Getting beat up in an alley.” I lied starting to sit up. That’s when I felt a sharp pain on my right side. My hand instantly went to the painful area. “Why does my side hurt?” I asked.

“Harry, we’ve-----“ Liam started to say before the doctor cut him off.

“Harry, when you arrived here you were in critical condition. It was a good thing that your friends brought you here when you did, otherwise I don’t know if you would be here today with us.” The doctor said looking at Liam with wide eyes.  “Harry when you got here you had severe internal bleeding. You had three fractured ribs, which resulted in a punctured lung. It seems that because you were kicked repeatedly on the right side of your body. Causing your appendix to rupture, which caused lethal toxins to start flowing into your body, then to top it all off you have a concussion.”

I pulled up my hospital gown and noticed the set of stiches on my side. I winced and every move I made. Even doing the slightest amount of movement hurt.

“My side really hurts.” I winced as I tried to sit up more.

“You are due to have some more morphine to be injected into you again shortly to help subdue the pain Mr. Styles. Until then I suggest you sit very still, so you don’t cause any tearing with your stiches. I will be back shortly with that for you.” The doctor said leaving very quickly.