From No One to "His" New One (Harry Fanfic)

Chapter 26 *Harry's POV*

As I sat in the hospital waiting room, I kept glancing at the clock every 2 minutes. It had been 3 hours since Eliza had gotten here, and the doctor told me he would be out as soon as he had some news.

I sighed and ran a hand through my messy hair. I glanced up to look at the clock again when I saw the doctor walking torwards me. Standing up, I walked torwards him.

"Any news?" I asked him hopefully.

He nodded. "We've gotten her stable. But, unfortunetly the excessive number of pills has had a large effect on her brain."

I felt my heart break into a million little pieces. "How bad of an effect?"

"Well, the excessive amount of medicine in her body stopped a lot of the blood flow to her brain. There is very little activity in her brain."

My eyes began to water a lot and I tried blinking back the tears, but they kept coming. "How much of a chance of her waking up?" I asked, my voice breaking and tears spilling over onto my cheeks.

"Sadly, only about a 7% chance. You may want to prepare yourself." He told me, patting my shoulder.

"If she hasn't woken up in 48 hours, we are going to have to pronounce her as brain dead. I'm so very sorry." He said before walking away.

~Authors note: I have no idea if this is would actually happen if someone overdosed, i'm not a doctor nor do I have any doctoring experience so please don't think that is definetly correct~

I dropped my head into my hands and sobbed. Standing up quick, I ran to cnatch up with the doctor.

"Can I see her?" I asked.

He nodded. "Follow me."

Leading me down a long hallway, he stopped in front of a door that said Room 747. "She's in here. You can stay the night if you would like."

I nodded. "Thanks." I said before walking in the room.

The first thing I saw was Eliza, but she didn't look like Eliza. She was deathly pale, and her eyes were closed like she was sleeping, but all the veins in her eyelids were extremely visible as if someone had taken a blue pen and drawn on them.

I walked over to her bed and sat in the chair that was beside it. Clasping her hand in between both of mine, I gasped at how cold it was. She looked.... dead. Laying my head down on the side of the bed, I sobbed into the blankets.

48 hours. 7% chance. All I had now was hope. The hope that she would wake up and be okay.