Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter 81

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Harry watched Annabelle's chest slowly rise up and down as she slept in the chair beside his bed. He felt guilty for making her stay here, when she could be at home with Waffle, or making pretty bouquets at work.

A small knock on the door woke Annabelle up, as if she were hardly asleep; on edge to make sure Harry were being watched over and taken care of.

Gemma walked into the room, Anne quietly following her. Annabelle rubbed her eyes, watching Anne give Harry a small smile, then looking at Gemma's small bump on her belly. The baby bump wasn't noticeable, and they all hoped Harry wouldn't notice yet.

"How are you feeling?" Gemma rubbed Harry's arm, while Anne stood at the foot of the bed. Annabelle's hand were still in Harry's.

"I'm okay, I guess-" Harry coughed, "I just want to go home." He sniffed, squinting his eyes. Annabelle's thumb rubbed small circles over Harry's fingers.

"The doctor said you can go home tomorrow," Anne spoke, "I can make up your bed for you, and-"

"Mum." Gemma shook her head and placed a hand on her mother's arm. Anne cleared her throat and looked at the white tiles on the floor.

"With Annabelle," Harry's eyes shifted to Gemma's, then his mother's, then Annabelle's, "Home with Annabelle." She gave Harry a soft smile, in which he didn't return, but he wanted to.

Anne nodded, realizing that she truly had hurt Harry's feelings, and that Annabelle were his new favorite lady. Of course, Anne knew that one day Harry were to fall in love and move away, but knowing she forced Harry into a new home and didn't care to ever visit or even call him made him get over being a mommy's boy- as he had always been.

The room was silent until a nurse walked in with a thermometer in one hand and a small cup with pills in the other. The nice lady took Harry's temperature and told him that his fever had broke, which was a good thing, and she took the IV out of his arm, saying that he should be fully hydrated by now. After sitting the cup of pills beside Harry's bed, she told Annabelle that the doctor would like to see her soon, making Annabelle nod, and she left.

Anne and Gemma left shortly after that as well. Gemma told Harry to get some rest and call her if he needed anything, then hugged Annabelle. Anne told Harry that she hoped he felt better and that she would call to check on him tomorrow, then gave Annabelle a soft smile and told her to take great care of Harry (even though they all knew that Annabelle had already succeeded in taking great care of Harry).

Annabelle helped Harry sit up to and take small sips of water to swallow the pills with, sitting on the edge of his bed. Harry asked her to lay with him, but as Annabelle began to nod, the doctor softly knocked on the door and asked to see Annabelle. She placed a kiss on Harry's forehead and left the room.

Annabelle spoke to the doctor in short sentences with a quiet voice. A large part of her felt guilty for talking to the doctor, when she hadn't even started speaking to the most important person in her life, but what were she to do when there wasn't anyone else to talk for Harry? If Harry had always been willing to talk for Annabelle, it's only fair that she do the same for him, right?

"Harry can go home in the morning. His temperature isn't an issue, so he shouldn't be very contagious at this point. Keep him hydrated and on his medicines, and he should be back to normal in a few days, alright?" The doctor with a small amount of gray hair smiled, closing his metal clipboard.

Annabelle nodded, smiling back at him. She thought about how any normal person would say a thank you at this point, but it wasn't a habit for Annabelle to verbally thank someone, but to smile at them and show them kind eyes.

Then the next morning, Annabelle pushed Harry's hair away from his face as she woke him up, helping him get up so they could finally go home. Harry told Annabelle of the dreams he had during his previous slumber; dreams of Annabelle singing to him while they sat under the pear tree, and dreams of Annabelle speaking to him inside their little blanket fort under the stars. Annabelle enjoyed hearing him explain the dreams, even if his voice were raspier than normal, even if he had to stop every few moments to cough, and even if he frowned halfway through the stories, because he just wanted to hear his sweetheart's pure voice.