We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Let Her Go

Harry's POV
I turn once more. God, Mus needs to stop moving around; it's highly disturbing. I turn again, deciding to tell her to stop moving because it's disturbing me. I push myself up with the help of my elbows to find Mus bent over the side of the bed; breathing heavily.
"Mus, what's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask her, placing my hand on her back. She shakes her head, and takes a long, deep breath. "Mus!" All the sleep has been washed away from my body, and I'm ready to jump to her aid.
"H-Harry," Mus gasps. "C-Can't b-breathe." I jump off the bed and turn on the lamp that's lying on the bedside table. In less than a second, I have my shirt on and I'm pulling on my pants.
"Mus, I'll help you get ready. Just...sit there, and breathe." I say, when I see her try to get up. I button up my pants, and slip on my boots. To hell with socks. I rush to the closet and grab the first shirt that comes in my hand. I don't even care to look whether it's mine or Mus'. I grab a pair of Mus' shorts from the closet and run toward the bed. Hastily, I make her wear the shirt and shorts.
"Let's go." I say, hoisting Mus into my arms. I grab my coat and place it over Mus' body. She's shaking. I don't know whether she's cold, or there's some other reason because it isn't cold right now. I make my way downstairs and grab the car keys from the kitchen counter. Mus is breathing heavily and I can tell that she's having a very difficult time breathing.
"Hold on," I murmur. It's useless talking to Mus right now because she's mainly focusing on trying to breathe. I get into the car, and place Mus against my chest. I don't want to keep her down, or move her away from me. It will be an uncomfortable ride. However, I will bear with it. Anything for Mus.
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My phone rings in my pocket, snapping me out of my meaningless thoughts. I get up from the floor and take it out from my pocket. Louis' name is displayed across the screen.
"Hello," I say.
"Harry, where are you and Mus? Are you both okay?" Louis asks me frantically.
"We're at the hospital. Mus was having trouble breathing," I explain. "Why are you awake so early in the morning?"
"It's almost ten." Furrowing my brow, I check the time on my phone. Sure enough, it's ten. I must have fallen asleep.
"We're coming, okay?" Louis says, and I nod my head.
"Okay." I say, realizing that Louis can't see me. He ends the call, and I place the phone back in my pocket. I rub my hands over my face, trying to clear away any sign of sleep. I'll go and grab a cup of coffee from the cafeteria and then I'll go to the bathroom. I should wash my face before someone runs away screaming, thinking that I'm an axe-murderer. As I enter the cafeteria, a man bumps into me.
"I'm sorry." The man says. I look up to find the familiar face of Dr. Ross. When he realizes it's me, he smiles at me. However, there's something off about his expression.
"Harry, I see that you're awake." Dr. Ross says.
"Yeah, I dozed off by mistake. How's Mus?" I ask him, walking toward the counter and Dr. Ross follows. When he doesn't reply, I look up at him. His lips are pursed and he's staring at the floor.
"Well?" I urge. Ross sighs and looks up at me.
"I think it's time, Harry. Let her go," he says.
"What do you mean?" I furrow my brow. "She's fine, right? You're treating her, right?" My heart beat seems to have sped up and my palms have started to sweat. I wipe them against my jeans, searching Ross's face for an answer.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, she's being treated. But for how long, Harry?" Dr. Ross says. "We're abusing her body with all of these drugs. We all know what will happen in the end."
"That doesn't mean we give up. You believe in miracles, right? Everyone does! Mus' case will be a miracle too. She'll heal, trust me." I assure him and myself. In the movies, the heroine or hero, always unit; they beat the odds, and they're together forever. Mus and I will have a similar story. She will not leave me.
"Harry...I know that this is hard." Dr. Ross says, placing a hand on my shoulder. "But it's better to let her go now, rather than later." He looks at me with sympathy. "Don't make her suffer."
"She's not suffering!" I say, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. "Mus wants to be with me. She wants this and so do I."
"Really? Does she? Or is this your selfish desire?"
"She wants this." I say with conviction. I know she does. "If you have nothing good to tell me, then please go. I don't need negative thinkers in my life." Ross sighs and nods his head.
"She's in room 301. Once you've had something to eat and drink, go meet her." With that, Dr. Ross turns around and heads toward the exit of the cafeteria. To hell with food! I'm going to meet Mus. Aren't doctors supposed to give us hope? Aren't they supposed to help us? Then why is this lame excuse of a doctor such an ass? How dare he tell me that I should allow them to stop treating her? We will try everything and anything till the end. I will make sure of that.

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