Harry's POV (<-New POV!)
I have loved staying with the Patrons for Christmas. But that feeling was dying as we walked through the doors of the hospital. Belle was gripping my hand tightly, and she looked really pale.
"It'll be okay, Belle. I promise." I whispered in her ear.
She only nodded, not really paying attention. When we reached August's room, her grip tightened. I led her toward the door and gently let go of her hand. "Go on, Elle. Go see your little brother."
She nodded before slowly opening the door.
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Belle's POV
I walked in to the hospital room and froze, the door shutting behind me. I stared at my little brother who looked peaceful in the bed, eyes closed and breathing softly. I sighed and walked toward him, climbing on to the bed next to him and crossing my legs.
"Hey, Auggie. How are you buddy? It's Blue-Belle. I missed you at school. I wish I could talk to your smiling face." I gently brushed his bangs out of his face. Kissing his forehead and picking up his cold hand, I added softly, "Please wake up for me, Aug. For all of us."
I gasped as I felt his hand move in mine. "Auggie? Can you hear me?" Again his hand moved, this time gripping mine. "Mum, Dad! Everyone! Come quick! It's Auggie!" I brushed his hair out of his face again, tears falling down my cheeks. "It's a Christmas miracle." I whispered, kissing his forehead.
My parents ran in and gasped. "He's moving...Craig, he's moving." My mother whispered.
Harry was grinning from ear to ear. "It's a wonderful miracle."
I smiled. "I had the same thought."
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August's POV (<-New POV!)
All I could see was a bright light. But, I heard a voice calling out to me. It sounds like...like Bellie!
I felt someone grab my hand and tried to give out a signal that I could feel them. After what felt like eternity, my hand moved and I grabbed the person's hand. I heard a gasp and a yell and Belle's hand moved up to my face. I was leaving the light and following the voice out of endless sleep.
"B-belle?" I whispered. My voice sounded scratchy. "B-blue B-belle. I-is that y-you?"
My eyes cracked open and I looked around at my family. "H-hi e-e-everyone." I smiled.
Belle was crying as she bent down and hugged me gently.
"W-what happened?"
Belle looked at my mum who nodded. She sighed and looked down at me, taking my hands. "Auggie, you had a seizure after I left for school. Then you fell into a coma, which is a kind of deep sleep."
I frowned. "Was that the bright light I saw in my dream?"
Belle's face was a mask of confusion. "What dream, Auggie?"
I smiled. "The one of your Mom, Belle. She was asking for you. She told me that I needed to leave the light that I was seeing to be with you and my family. I have a message from her for you. She said, 'Belle, you were loved. You were so loved. I wish I could be with you now, my sweet girl, but Mummy had to leave. I hope you never go through what your Father and I did.' What does it mean, Belle?"
But Belle wasn't listening. She looked confused. "Auggie, I am so glad you listened to my mother. I don't know what I'd do if you were gone." She hugged me once more.
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Three days later, I was allowed to go home. My Mum came and picked me up and when we got home, Belle and everyone was there waiting for me with a big 'Welcome Home!' party. I smiled as I hugged everyone.
I found out that after the party, Belle and Harry were leaving to go to their friends' house for the rest of Christmas break. I sniffled and hugged Belle once more. "I'll miss you."
She kissed my forehead and smiled. "You had better write to me then, mister. I want a new picture every week. I'll send Ares over every day with a letter, okay?"
I smiled and nodded. "Okay!"
As soon as they left, I felt sad again.
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THIS CHAPTER WAS EDITED ON MAY 8th, 2020
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