Multiple [h.s] - ON HOLD

Chapter 18

Harry's POV

I could see her face lit up by her wide smile. Her features were magnificently highlighted by the light shining over her head. I could see she was happy. Really happy. Her eyes shone against the random present light overhead. Contrary to the dark colour of her eyes, they seemed light this time. Naked. Open and inviting. But soon her face started to changed from one of absolute joy to one of fear, all too soon her happiness evaporated into the mist of darkness. A tear could now be seen on her face the longer she stared at me. Her hands slowly moved up to cover her beautiful face and her shoulders started to shudder. I tried to reach for her but my hands seemed to have been tied up to something. I tried to wiggle free from whatever kept restraining from comforting her but I came to no avail.

My heart ached at seeing her like this. I hated how the best I could do was think of the things I could do to stop her from crying. I didn't understand why it was so difficult for me to move my hand to touch her. She moved her hands from her face and wiped away the tears that stained her cheeks.

Something pulled me out of wherever I was and back to reality. And everything was now black, instead of the vision it had been before, thanks to my eyes being closed. "Harry," she finally spoke. "Please, wake up."

A loud beep sounded next to me, probably the sound of the various machines indicating I was awake. "Doctor!" Leigh called out immediately. A second later I heard footsteps rushing in and hands and other unknown objects could be felt all over. I couldn't ignore the fact that I hoped one of those hands were Leighs'.

My eyes started to flutter open and as if on instinct, my body tried to sit up after I my gaze landed on hers, completely ignoring the sharp pain coming from every angle of me.

"Woah woah woah. Easy sir," I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders as they pushed me back down gently.

I tried to open my mouth in protest but it had seemed that I had forgotten how to speak. My mouth wouldn't open at all.

"Why can't he open his mouth?" Leigh asked frantically.

"He is drugged up pretty badly. It will be hard for him to do anything for about an hour while the drugs become weaker in his system," the doctor explained. Leigh nodded her head in concern and I felt a flutter of selfish joy that she at least showed some concern about me.

I tried again to open my mouth again to speak but it didn't happen. "Sir please refrain from putting strain on yourself. You suffered multiple injuries on Sunday," one of the doctors said. I groaned inwardly at her treating me as if I'm paralysed.

"Acetaminophen ready?" One of them asked and the other one handed her a syringe with a needle.

"What is that for?" Leigh asked for me.

"To minimize the pain. He will be back on his feet in no time with this," without further explanation she injected the liquid into the drip attached to me. Immediately I felt an unexpected drowsiness. Maybe because I was "weak".

The doctors said a few mumbled words to Leigh before they exited the room and my eyes slowly shut.

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I could hear small chatter around me. My eyes strained to open but they finally did I saw Leigh still sitting there besides my bed and talking to Kelly.

"Leigh? Can I get some water," I asked realising that my throat was dry and scratchy.

She immediately stopped talking and turned around to face me, holding a relieved expression on her face. She handed me the water that was on my bedside table. After drinking it, I tried to sit up and I successfully did so. "You are not supposed to do that," Leigh chastised with a small smile on her face.