The Girl with the British flag shoes

Chapter 12

Isabelle's pov

I can't believe that Maya died all because I let her drive... She should be the one in physical therapy, not me. I should be the one who has to be lowered into the ground and sleep forever. It's been three days since I came out of my coma. I can finally walk without someone holding me up or me having to use a walker or cane.

Harry doesn't leave my side, he tells me how beautiful I look or how perfect I am when ever he can. The nurses have accepted the fact that he will never leave me by choice, and only if someone forces him out. It happened once, they told him that visiting hours were over and he had to leave.

/Flashback/

Harry flipped through the channels looking for a show that would "cheer me up" as he said. I giggled when he put on "The Kardashians" I remember I once had told him that they always make me laugh.

After watching them for about ten minutes Harry's eyes began to droop, he was probably extremely tired. We had along day to day, it was the first day of physical therapy and I didn't cooperate. Well my body didn't.

I was a wreck, every time I would go to walk my legs would buckle and I would fall or almost fall. Harry would catch me, Gemma was there as well. They seem to be getting better and talk often when they are together. Gemma always would walk in front of my walker, guiding it. Harry would walk either next to me or behind so I didn't fall.

I cried when I made it to the end of the hallway. To many it was just a hallway but to me it was progress. Harry and Gemma even teared up because they saw it was a big deal to me...

I'm snapped from my thoughts when my nurse comes in.

"Hello!" She says in a happy voice. I nod and watch her walk over to Harry, waking him.

"What." He snapped and got up and walked over to me. He stood in front me as if she was going to hurt me. I put my hand in his and he relaxed.

"Sir." She lost her happy personality and became serious. "You have to leave, visiting hours are over." She went over to my heart rate machine and IV, after she jotted down some notes she turned her attention to Harry. "Will I have to call security?"

Harry scoffed at her.

"No because I'm not leaving her." His grip on my hand tightened. I caressed the back of his hand calming him. The nurse walked out of the room only to return with two big men.

Harry was ripped from my hand and restrained by the men. I screamed as he was being dragged out of my room, I attempted to get out of my bed. My nurse ran over and pushed me back down, causing me to cry out in pain.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!!!" Harry growled. The men struggled to keep a hold of him, I thrashed out trying to get to Harry.

"I NEED HELP! PATIENT ONE-TWELVE IS UNSTABLE!" My nurse yelled and within seconds there was three nurses strapping me to my cot.

"Harry!" I screamed and struggled to get free. I was hysterical, crying and thrashing, I even bit a male nurse.

"LET HER GO YOU SICK TWISTED BITCHES! PRESTON!" Harry bellowed. I looked at him and saw my Harry pinned on the ground with a bloody nose and tears rolling down his face. I turned to the door way where Preston appeared.

"Everyone let the girl go!" And with that the nurses backed away from me. I smiled at Preston as he untied me, I gave him a hug. He helped me up into a standing position and I held onto him as he gently walked me over to Harry.

I let go of Preston and he slowly lowered me down onto the floor by Harry. I shuffled over so I was directly beside him. The room was silent except for the beeping of different machines, I placed my hand on one of the men's shoulders. Giving the man a weak smile and light my pushing on him, he released Harry.

Harry quickly got up and wrapped himself around me, I buried my head in his chest.

"He can't stay, visiting hours are over." My nurse told Preston.

"I'm sure we can work something out." Preston smiled.

\End of Flashback\

I smiled at the fact that we got stronger through that, it's unhealthy for use to be apart now. And I don't know what's going to happen when he goes back to London. I look over in the bed next to mine is the sleeping beautiful green eyed boy, it's 12:31 and I can't sleep.

I shift so I'm sitting up and have my feet on the cold hospital floor. I take in a breath as I stand up and I release it when I'm stable. The room is so bland and white, I walk out of my room and down the hallway.

I smile at Angie the lady who works at the front desk for this floor, at night. I'm on the Fourth floor, and have a pretty few of a field across the street. Angie lets me walk around along with some of the other nurses.

I walk to my favourite place to sit, on the windowsill of One of the big windows. Looking out I can see the lights of a big city in the distance, I love the fact that I'm not in a big city hospital. It's breath taking, the way the field has a small stream and pond in it makes me want to just walk out and touch it.

I feel my self slipping into confusion. How can something so beautiful be alone, and practically untouched. It's like Harry, he's so beautiful and breath taking. Harry... What is going to happen when he goes back to London, will I go back with him? No, I won't because after this I have to go to a mental facility because my doctor recommended it so I wouldn't go crazy or feel suicidal.

Will Harry visit me? How long will we be apart? Will he cheat on me with a normal girl? Will we talk?... So many questions but all uncertain. My brain is swarming with questions and doubts about me and Harry.

· He'll leave you, and find someone better ·

A small voice says in the back of my head and sometimes I think it's right. We just met and I can barely go an hour without him, it's unhealthy for us. For me. I look at us from an outside view and see how messed up we are.

I feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around me, I smile but still look off at the lights in the distance. His curls tickle my cheek and I giggle as he kisses me on the cheek.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He replies.

"What's going to happen when you leave for London?" He tenses around me and I know he's been thinking about it himself.

"Um... We'll talk every night and morning an-" I cut him off.

"I'll be in a mental facility, and the time difference..." I sigh and fear the worst I hope that it's not they way he's taking it. His arms drop from me and I turn to see a broken looking Harry.

"I just got you back... Are you breaking up with me?" Harry looked away...

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I said I wouldn't be able to update sooner than Thursday but tada I did it! I stayed up late to write this so sorry if it sucks :(

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