Endlessly // h.s.

VI

Harry sighed and his eyes closed for a moment as he felt Evie lose consciousness in his arms. The glorious feeling of holding her, finally holding his dimidium, his angel, in his arms almost overpowered his regret for putting her through this. Almost.

He shook his head slightly, laying his Evie gently back down on the bed. He didn't let go of her hand, though. He had promised. His eyes surveyed her as she slept. She truly was beautiful, her long blonde hair fanning out around her head like a halo on the pillow. His exquisite angel.

"I hate to say I told you so but..." Fuck. He'd forgotten Niall was even in the room. He turned around, hand still clasped in Evie's, only to be greeted with Niall's face. The blond man's eyebrows were raised in disappointment. Fuck him. Harry rolled his eyes. He already felt horrible enough, seeing his dimidium struggling to take a breath and in so much pain. He didn't need Niall's shit.

"I know, Niall. Okay? I fucking know."

"You should have never taken her on a flight, Haz. You know what it does to humans. The only reason she's not dead right now is because of the Salvator blood running through her veins." Niall was irritated. He had always been the type of man who cared ceaselessly for the wellbeing of others, even if he had never known them. This was the case with his concern for Evie.

"I get it Niall." Harry's voice had a hint of a warning in it. He was the boss, even to Niall. He didn't like to be disrespected by those under his command.

Niall let out a deep sigh, shaking his head and going to pack his medical supplies up. Like the blond man had said before, Harry was incredibly lucky that Niall had a background in medicine, and had known just what combination of drugs to give her, and the appropriate dosage. Harry didn't have even an inkling about mortal medicine. He didn't know what he would have done for Evie without Niall. And for that, he was thankful.

"Thank you, Niall," Harry said sincerely a few moments later.

"Of course, mate," Niall responded shortly. He wouldn't stay mad at Harry for long, Harry knew. He was too happy a person to hold grudges.

"Could you do me a favor, Ni?" the curly haired man asked.

"I think I just did, Harry." Niall said softly, referring to how he had helped Evie just moments before. When a playful smile grew on his face, Harry knew that Niall was already over his bout of anger.

"Ha ha." Harry said dryly. "But seriously, could you tell all the men to leave me-" He looked down to Evie. "-us-alone? With the exceptions of you, Liam, Z, and Louis, of course. If somebody needs something, they are to go to one of you four. It'll be like I'm not even here."

"Sure thing, Haz." Niall had finished packing up and was about to leave.

"Thanks, mate. I just... I can't leave her. She needs me." Harry sat himself on the bed next to Evie, staring down at her lovingly. Her breathing was still not normal whatsoever, but it was better than when she had been awake. And it was definitely better than when Harry hadn't been touching her. That had been like torture, watching her endure that horrible pain.

"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that." Niall, who had been stepping out of the doorway, walked back into the room. "How you seemed to... take some of her pain away. I've never seen anything like that. It was... interesting, to say the least."

"She's my dimidium, Niall. It's not unheard of." Harry wasn't lying. Not much was known about dimidiums, seeing as how they were incredibly rare, but it was common knowledge that dimidium couples had phenomenal power.

"Yes, I know that, but it was astonishing to watch. If we could-"

Harry cut Niall off before his PhD brain could wander too much. "Niall, I don't want to seem rude, but could you leave? I would like some time to myself. With Evie, of course."

Niall nodded and, after muttering an apology, he left.

Harry leaned back into the bed beside Evie, settling in for the night. He turned on his side so that he was facing his angel, so that he could make sure she was okay. Not once during the whole night and all of the next morning did his eyes wander from her sleeping form, and not once did his hand stop gripping hers.