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he's awake.

he doesn't move.

though his lips begin to go a bit blue.

"what's happened?" i whisper,
and he weakly motions to his chest.

he can't breathe.

"nurse!" i shout, dropping his
hand and rushing out into the middle of the
hallway.

"help me!" i call out, and soon see
two female nurses rush my way.

"what's wrong?" the shorter one asks.

"my boyfriend has just woken
up, he has a fucking tube in his
throat." i explain, and she nods
pacing into the room.

i wait in the hallway as they extract the
tube from his throat. i'm known
to be squeamish.

once it's out, i hear my name
being faintly called
by an angel.

i slowly walk into the blank room,
filled with machines keeping
my star burning.

"harry.. what are you doing here?"
his weak voice croaks, and
i feel a tear stream down my cheek.

i pad over to the uncomfortable
chair next to his bed, pulling
his hand in mine.

"i-i don't know.. i-i heard
you were here, so here i am." I attempt
to explain, his lips curling
into a small smile.

"i didn't know you were so awkward." he whispers,
and i feel my cheeks flush red.

"only when it comes to you."

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