Denial

ch. 57

// PSA before readers start this chapter, I am no medic, nurse, or any of that sort. I don't have much knowledge of how the brain works in such situations as these, so I might be wrong. Bare with me \\

Song for this chapter:

River Flows in You- Yiruma

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I woke to the feeling of someone lightly shaking my arm, speaking words but mumbling was all I heard since I had just awoken.

I realize that my hands are lightly intertwined with his still pale ones, my thumb lightly brushing at his cross tattoo.

I look over to see Niall, the young blonde one, quite shaggy hair he had going on but I wasn't one to judge. He had taken Harry's limp body from Zayn when we arrived, and I hadn't seen him since, probably why his hair is so out of place.

"I'm Niall Horan, nice to meet ya" His Irish accent catching me off guard, especially since it took me a few seconds to actually figure out what he actually said.

"Scarlett Santos" I smile, sticking out my hand once I see his reached out once I introduced myself.

"So your the one my mate' has been ragging off about eh" His blue crystal eyes watch me, as if trying to see what Harry was so on about.

"All good things I hope" I say, glancing my attention back down towards Harry. Who is in the exact same position he was when I arrived.

"'Course. Is there anything you'd like to know? About his state of health that is" He asks, walking over to Harry's left side. I frown, actually trying to figurate my questions but I assume he took it the wrong way.

"I went to Med School, mum was quite biased since she was one too" He informs, reaching to his pocket for a small note pad.

"He's in a coma, but his gunshot wound was to his lower abdomen? How does that work?" I ask, looking at the bandage tightly wrapped around Harry's torso.

"He was in a state of shock, the pain and trauma caused his brain to malfunction and shut down for mere moments. We had to induce him into a temporary coma for him to recover correctly from the blood loss" He mumbles rather fast, but I dismiss the fact.
"Your quite lucky, if he wouldn't have made it here in time, I would've had to attach him to life support"

"He'll be alright? He has to be" I whisper, sitting back down to grasp at his hand.

"He's stable at the moment yes. But his awakening is unknown" He replies, walking back to the door.

"Now, there is someone here to visit him. And they have requested time alone with him. I don't mean to sound any last bit rude, but you've been here all night, you should go home and rest" He informs, holding onto the door handle as my grasp on Harry's arm becomes a bit tighter. I frown at who it might be but decide to comply, although I debate leaving him.

"Who's here?" I ask, a bit shyly.

"Kendall J"

I knew Niall knew of her, the way he spoke of her was as if Harry had spoken of her with him as well. Like Niall was aware of what they had.