She's Mine.

Miss Scott?

*Chatlie's P.O.V.*

I had woken up to the sound of machines beeping, monitoring my heart rate. I had wires up my nose and a needle in my wrist connected by a see through wire to a bag of blood. I had other various machinery and monitors connected to me, it was horrible. All I could smell was wet grass, like when it had just stopped raining, and a faint smell of Lemons.

There was a pale looking old man next to me asleep, I think it was his wife that was sitting next to him crying, whispering into his ear things like, 'please be ok' 'I'm right here' and 'I love you so so so much'. She pecked him on the lips and as I watched on, his heart rate dropped. Lower and lower.

'BEEEPPPP'

The monitor heart line had dropped into a complete straight line.

No Heartbeat.

No Life.

No Husband.

No Wife.

She was pulled back by a nurse and he was taken by doctors to probably go into theatre. The nurse embraced the lady into a deep hug. She cried and cried, a few minutes later she let go because she had other things to do. I felt for her. I was destroyed when my father, mother and little foetus Megan died. I put on weight, however, Sydney became Anorexic. I cut, cried and once, attempted suicide. Pacei luckily caught me. I was at The Orwell Bridge, ready to jump. He helped me a lot, Pacei. He nursed my cuts, and helped me stop completely, even though I still have the scars. He started to get me to eat, Little Things, but still, every little helps, right now, that's my life motto.

Every Little Helps.

It's true, and now I literally need EVERY little.

The lady looked over to me, and smiled, thankfully I was well enough to sit upright. I hinted for her to sit on the chair next to me. Once she sat, we talked, a long, but nice, convocation.

"There are some tissues at the end of my bed, if you'd like, help yourself." She gladly pulled out a few, blew her nose and wiped her tears.

"Thank you darling, oh look at me, I'm such a state, can't take me anywhere". She pulled her small cardigan over her chest and stomache.

"No problem, was that your husband?" I asked.

"Yes, very much so". She whispered as she looked down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I really am sorry". I didn't exactly mean to.

"No no darling it's fine. If you don't mind me asking but, what happened here, are you ok? Do you need a drink?"

"I'm not thirsty but thank you. Well, I am in here because of clumsy me. I fell down.. Two flights of stairs and even went through a window!" I smiled and half heartedly laughed. I didn't want to tell her the real reason why I was here, otherwise she would probably call the police. So I said the first thing that flew into mind, and for some reason it was from Twilight. "If I may though, I ask of one thing, what time is it, and when do visiting hours start?"

"The time is.." She glanced at her watch."10:28 am darling and visiting starts at half past, expecting anyone?" She smiled.

"Hopefully". I had one, two or three minutes until Harry got here. I didn't love love him. To be honest, at the moment, me and him are like brothers and sisters. He is the older protective brother and I'm the small venerable sister.

A kind black haired lass came up to me.

"Miss Scott?"

"That's me!" I smiled.

"You are just going to have quick blood test". I said goodbye to the lady and told her to stay strong, and that ill be back soon to help and hold her hand. The nurse then wheeled my bed into a more private room, only me, with 5 blue chairs and a small television, the Tv was sat on a tall cabinet file, along side some red roses. The doctors took my blood and asked me a few questions.

Once everyone had left for a few minutes. A fat man wedged through the door and asked if I was fit for visitors. A while later Harry strided through the door with some white roses.

"Hello beatutiful, how are we today?" He grinned. Harry put the roses in with the other ones and pulled up a chair right next to me. He lent over and kissed my lips. Just a sweet peck, even though we both hungered for more. Unexpectedly a sharp pain darted through my arm, striking into my stomache, it tore through my legs and then it shot up into my head. Harry's voice whirled in my head but I couldn't hear him. Shadows grew around me, like I was alone in the woods and a was their next target. I felt a cold liquid inject into my blood system. It was getting hard to breathe. Every breath became shorter and shorter. Faster and faster. Until I was panting like I was out of breath. My entire body felt numb, even though the pain still grew bigger. It was unbearable. A warm hand, Harry sized held mine. Like he was holding on for dear life. My hand was getting soaked in his tears. I wanted him to know that I loved him, incase I didn't make it. I tried and tried. Finally I managed to move my muscles and squeezed his hand. Aghhh the pain! My hand jerked and so did my feet. My hand flew over and knocked at something which made it bleed. I could feel it running and dripping on the floor. Someone grabbed my arm and held it down, on the bed.

The room, Harry, the doctors and my thoughts were getting dizzier. So dizzy that it was making me tired. I needed to stay awake in my thoughts, but it wasn't happening, not today. So I laid there and welcomed in the darkness.