We'll Make it (PTV Fan Fiction)

~Thankful~

~Harper's POV~

My hair is matted down to my head from not washing it in days, and my face has never felt so gross in my life. I lay in the hospital bed with Avery sitting next to me. She brought a big bag in the room when she walked in at exactly 7:00 am. 

"It's been a few hours now. You have to tell me whats in the bag." I interrupt her while she is talking. I have been waiting for 3 hours to see what she had in the bag. She giggles and grabs the bag off of the floor. I watch carefully as she pulls out a bottle of something. She holds it up so I can see it and grins like mad. 

"I thought I could do your makeup since the guys are going to come visit again later." She says. I have such an amazing best friend.  

An hour later I have my face all done up, and my hair has been cleaned up and pulled into a messy bun. I smile at how good I look. I haven't put on makeup since I came back to San Diego so even having this light amount of makeup on makes me feel so much more confident. I am still hooked up to a few different machines, so I don't look great. I am also super tired. Sleeping in this place is impossible.

"Hey Harper!" I hear Vic say coming in the room. Tony, Mike, and Jaime are all behind him. I smile and try not to tear up. I feel so loved when they all come to see me. I have been in the hospital for a week and a day now. They want to keep me at least one more night, so hopefully I will go home tomorrow. 

"Hey guys. I missed all of you!" I say. I have been much more thankful for all of them since I woke up a few days ago. 

"We missed you too." Tony says. I can't help but blush.

*****

After a couple hours of catching up Vic suggests they go to the studio. They told Josh that they would be in late but I bet they didn't mean this late. We talked a lot longer than expected. 

"Why don't you go without me?" Mike says to Vic. Vic nods and they all say bye and walk out the door. 

"So what's up?" I ask him. I don't know why he didn't want to go with the others back to the studio. 

"I'm sorry, about everything. About the kiss, about making you have an anxiety attack, and overall just being an ass." He says. I am shocked. He really didn't need to apologize. He didn't do anything wrong. And actually he was a great kisser.

"You don't have to be sorry. You weren't the cause of my anxiety attack, I promise. You did nothing wrong." I say, "But I just... I am not sure what that kiss meant honestly. I don't really like you like that, Mike." 

"I understand." He says, then smiles. 

"You should go." I say quietly. He nods , we exchange goodbyes, and he leaves the room. I am glad we talked. I hope he didn't feel guilty the entire time I was in here. If so that was probably like hell for him. 

*****

"Miss Bennett are you ready?" The nurse asks me. I nod and she helps me into the wheelchair. They want to put me on trazodone, which is an anxiety medication. I took the prescription slip and told them I would go get it tomorrow. I can walk fine, but they insist I be wheeled out. Avery is outside in her car waiting for me. They take me in the elevator, and down to the first floor. I get up as we reach the door to the hospital. I hug there nurses and thank them. Without them I could possibly be dead right now.

They might have not been able to find the exact problem, but they have helped keep me alive and are making sure the problem doesn't come back. 

Ave helps me into the car and I already turn on the radio and start messing with it. I plug my phone into the aux cord. Before I say anything to Avery, I turn the song on and crank up the volume. Avery giggles at first, then starts to sing along with me and the song.