I wake to the sound of beeping machines; a young female voice and another, deeper, male voice talking in hushed tones. The female giggles, and I open my eyes a crack to identify the female's voice as a ginger nurse's, and the males to be Harry's.
The nurse giggles as I hear Harry mumble something inappropriate to her in a gruff, sexy voice.
I groan as I feel my head begin to pound.
The nurse quickly ties her long auburn hair up, she had let it down and was twirling it around her long slim fingers seductively until I stirred.
She still glances at him and grins as she ties it up, but quickly washes her hands when she is done and begins attending to me.
"How are you feeling?"
She asks this whilst checking the stitches I did not realise I had at the back of my head, Harry forgotten for the minute.
"My head hurts!"
I grunt and try to move away from the nurse as she puts painful antiseptic on a few smaller cuts on my arms.
"Hey, hey, hey, hold still, we need to get these cleaned up."
She smiles at me apologetically, holding my arm firm.
"How did I even get those?"
"Uhh, I might have dropped you when I was carrying you out to the car..."
Harry speaks to me for the first time since I woke. I giggle unintentionally.
"I'll just go and get the doctor."
The nurse flashes a cheeky smirk at Harry, flicking her wavy ponytail as she walks out.
Harry grins at her as she leaves, but as soon as she is gone his smile turns to me.
"I was worried baby."
"I'm not your baby."
Harry chuckles and pinches my nose with his muscular hand.
"Stubborn aren't we?"
"Get off."
I try to pull my head away from him but it hurts too much.
"I can do anything I like to you."
"No you can't..."
My voice turns to a whimper as images of us together fly through my mind
Harry stands and closes the door, locking it behind him and slowly returning to the bed.
"You're mine now."
He pushes his lips against mine, causing my head to ache from the pressure but my lips to tingle in excitement.
My heart tells me to stay right where I am, but my head knows that I have to stop this before something stupid happens.
I struggle with Harry until eventually I give up, letting his tongue enter and circle my mouth.
Just as, to my horror, Harry starts to try and pull off my hospital gown, I am saved by a knocking on the door.
A man who I assume is the doctor is calling my name.
"Miss. Johnson?"
In despair I suddenly find the strength to throw Harry off of me.
His eyes widen and he laughs then goes to the door.
"Why was this door locked?" The doctor asks.
"I wanted a private talk with Miss. Johnson."
He smirks as the nurse and doctor move towards me.
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A/N
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