It's Gotta Be You

Chapter 41 Trauma

Chapter 41 Trauma

        “I’m afraid that Mr. Styles has been badly injured and is in a comatose state as of this moment, we found him in a closet beaten up and laying there for goodness knows how long,” explained the nurse giving me a pitying look.

        “Will he make it?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

        “We don’t know much as of now but there isn’t a very high chance of him waking up, of if he ever does he may not remember anything, he’s experienced extreme brain trauma.”

        “What are the chances of him waking up?” I asked desperation creeping into my voice.

        “He has about a ten percent chance of waking up as of now; he could be asleep for a matter of weeks, months, years or maybe never, we just have to wait and pray for the best.”

        “What exactly happened?”

        “We don’t have any ideas as to what happened as of right now but we’re checking the security videos of what was happening in that hallway today up until the time we found him lying there in the closet.”

        “Can I please see him?”

        “We can’t allow visitors until we get him completely stabilized but you should be able to see him in about an hour.”

        “Alright can you come get me as soon as he’s allowed visitors?” I asked tears now beginning to spill out of my eyes.

“Of course Abby, I’ll go and check up on how he’s doing I’ll be back as soon as I get any news,” said the nurse making her way out of the room.

I kept replaying the nurses voice inside my head, her voice banging inside my head; “weeks, months, years, never…” it was like a depressing song banging around inside of me, no matter how much you want to block out the sadness it brings you, the more it plays, the sadder it makes you until you’re in gut wrenching sobs. What if’s flooded through my head stabbing my heart with every thought, what if he doesn’t wake up? What if he dies and I never get another chance to tell him how much I love him, how much he means to me…

*Harry’s Point of View*

        I was falling. Falling through the darkness with nowhere to go. I was freefalling through the endless abyss of black. The darkness engulfing me in its unsettling depths. I heard voices surrounding me but I cannot decipher what they are saying. All I can do is fall, fall further and further down, sinking lower into the darkness… Suddenly images flash before my eyes, I cannot understand their meanings, they seem meaningless yet there’s something that’s holding on to me they make lasting impressions on my dark and clouded mind I may not be able to understand them but I know they hold something of significance to me. Then small videos flash through the darkness as I continue falling down, they to seem random and meaningless but then I stop falling for a minute, my eyes have time to settle on one video, it’s of a little boy and a little girl. The little girl is crying big fat tears rolling down her cheeks, the boy is helping her to her feet and now he’s hugging her. It’s all too foggy and all too strange my mind does not have the power to comprehend what all of this means. Who is that little girl and who is that little boy? The girl strikes something in me but why? She seems familiar but a stranger at the same time. Then I am falling again, falling deeper and deeper into nothing…