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"Connie?"
His words came muffled into my ears as I put all my efforts and concentration on focusing to stay still in order to catch air and regularize my breathe. I looked at Harry squeezing my eyes tight, recognizing just some smudges of him as he kept parting his lips to talk incoherent words that made no sound.
I drew a shaky breath as I managed to stutter, "In-inha...ler."
I noticed Harry's hand holding my waist from falling to the floor just when the warm sensation faded away when he leaned to my desk to take my inhaler. Almost instantaneously I felt the equal heat as he gently gripped my waist once more, placing the inhaler on my mouth level.
With shaky hands, I brought the inhaler to my mouth, placing it between my teeth and closed my lips around it as I started to breathe in slowly by pressing the top of the inhalator once and kept breathing in slowly until I took a full breath.
As I removed the inhaler from my mouth and held my breath for a few seconds for breath out again a few moments later, a squeeze on my side awoke from my half-conscious state as I turned my head to face Harry.
"You alright?"
If he wouldn't have said all the things he actually did say earlier, I would have believed he was actually worried about my health. But as much as I wanted to believe his preoccupied tone and the frown of worry printed on his face, I knew it was a staging as he did not care about me like I cared about him.
Too weak to stir from his grasp, I nodded slowly in hopes he would let me go. Eventually, he did let me go as he took my hand in his and helped me make those few steps to reach the bed I climbed so furiously moments before.
I felt Harry's shoulder colliding with mine as he followed my actions, sitting beside me. "Breath with me," he whispered inhaling deeply and slowly, and resting his hands on my rigid shoulders.
My breath was still heavy and unstable as I tried to follow his steady path of respiration.
"Good, like that," he said nodding as he took another deep breath, allowing me to copy.
Harry gradually pushed me back so that I could lay down on my back as he hovered over me, still trying to calm me breath. He pulled the blanket up covering me as my eyes were getting heavier by each second.
"Sleep, Connie."
I woke up to the excessive heat. A layer of sweat was on my forehead. The warmth, however, wasn't propagated from the loaded sheets I was enveloped in, but from a sleepy body slightly touching mine.
Harry's.
Blurry memories of the previous night started to materialize as I lurched out of bed. "Harry," I grumbled. He made no movements as I quivered his body lightly.
"Harry, wake up," I tried again.
This time, he squeezed his eyes before parting his lips and leave a drowsy yawn. He straightened his arms above his head as his eyes still remained shut. His messy hair was spread all over the pillow, and some was hidden under mine.
"Connie," he whispered when he finally exposed his piercing green eyes and connected to mine. "How are you feeling?" He asked with a concerned frown. His voice, already raspy when he normally spoke, was now hoarser and rougher than ever.
"You can leave now," I said evenly, not falling into his being fake-nice trap.
"Listen—" he started, standing up.
