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Happy & Hearts

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Chapter 13

A/N: once again I apologize for not uploading for about a month, marching band consumes all my time and energy! hopefully once school starts back up I can take some time to write at night after I finish my homework and band.

love you all so so so much, please enjoy.

My head was throbbing, my throat and mouth were extremely dehydrated and all I could think about was drinking a big glass of water.

I didn't feel any pain, I actually felt nothing. My body didn't ache anywhere like it normally did.

A groan fell from my lips, I turned around so that I was laying on my side instead of my back.

Slowly I opened my eyes, I was once again inside my empty hospital room. The first thing I noticed was Alan sitting on the ground, he pushed himself up against the wall and must've fallen asleep.

I couldn't help but stare at him, this man was in here for who knows how long.

I rolled back over to the other side and saw my nurse making her way into the room, she didn't have the usual bitch face going today. She seemed happy.

"Good afternoon! How are you feeling?" She asked, she did not bother looking up from her clipboard since she seemed to have something really important to write down.

I frowned, I was supposed to have my surgery early in the morning, "Is my surgery going to be later?"

She gave me a weird look, shaking her head, "dear, you had the surgery this morning."

My eyes opened wide and turned my head to look at Alan, he wasn't there anymore.

"Where did he go?" I asked, searching around the room for the man.

"Who?"

"Alan! Listen I know you aren't allowed to talk about it but he and I are very close and-"

The nurse began to shush me, holding my hand, "Dear, you have been put on a lot of medication. I can assure you that this man will go away soon enough, please don't worry," the nurse tried to soothe me.

I began to shake my head again frantically at the woman, "No! You don't understand, Alan Rickman. I know he is here, we are friends!"

"What is all this yelling about?" The doctor walked in along with some other nurses who looked alarmed.

They all stared at me like I was crazy.

"My friend Alan was just here and now he left, I wanted to know if someone could go get him for me," I spoke slowly to the doctor.

The entire staff sighed and continued on what they were doing, either leaving the room or checking on the monitors.

Why would these people try so hard to hide the fact that Alan Rickman was in their hospital?

I let out a deep groan and sat up a little bit, my eyes glanced down to the little bracelet that Alan had given me as a gift before I left for home.

All of a sudden panic hit me, did I have my leg?

The fear was too much for me to handle, my chest began to pump up and down in a frantic manner and it was too scary for me to lift up the cover to see.

I couldn't feel my toes moving.

I tried so hard to wiggle them but no avail, it just felt like I had a numb leg.

"Dear, what's wrong?" The nurse came over as soon as she heard the heart rate monitor sky rocket.

"Where is my leg?!" I screamed, I couldn't make myself look beneath the sheet.

I would have to completely learn how to walk again, the amount of time and money that would take took more and more of my hope away.

"There was no need to remove it, just cut it open and clean out the tumors. They had not spread yet, but it will take a while for the cut to heal. You will be using a wheelchair for at least a week before the stitches have served their purpose," with every word my nurse spoke, it was obvious that my heart rate was slowing down.

"Oh, okay," I whispered, beginning to slouched again in the bed, "What time is it?"

It took a second before she checked her watch and let me know it was almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

It wasn't long until I was left alone again, I couldn't stop thinking about Alan though.

It was almost like he had disappeared.

How was it possible that one moment he was on the opposite side of the room of the doors then the next gone.

He was passed out too, it wasn't like he was just starting to wake up.

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I was now able to leave my room as long as I was in a wheelchair.

I wheeled down into the cafeteria, keeping my eyes open for Alan.

At this point, I stopped patronizing everyone and trying to get them to admit that Alan was at the hospital.

As long as I had him, I didn't care what anyone else had to say.

For dinner I got a chicken breast, corn, and mashed potatoes that had looked freshly made. The nice thing was I could rest my tray on my lap and everybody moved out of my way because if they didn't, they knew I would just roll over their toes.

Once again I say by myself in the corner of the cafeteria, watching everyone else talk amongst themselves.

Nobody really noticed me and my new condition, but it wasn't like I really had any friends.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened up Instagram.

The people I went to college with had thrown a party last night and it was pretty obvious they were all just waking up and starting to clean now at 6:45 in the evening.

Things like that were crazy to me, for all I know if I had never fallen down those stairs I would have been at that party.

Nobody thought for a second "what happened to the girl who fell down those stairs?" and I was perfectly fine with that. Everybody was. To them that was normal.

To me, it changed my life.

I met Alan Rickman, I got a knee surgery, and lastly I had developed an entirely new outlook on life.

I picked my head up and looked around the room at all the familiar faces I had been seeing for days now, they all seemed happy. Happy to be alive and happy to be able to survive whatever obstacle was thrown at them.

Nobody had an 'Alan' to watch after them, but they all seemed far more pleased than anyone I had ever met.

Maybe the people who struggled the most are the ones who come out on top the happiest.

That's when I realized there was a slight chance I hadn't struggled yet in the lightest, maybe something was going to happen that was going to make me happy.

But I never thought it would have had to do with Alan.