Please Forgive Me

Chapter 2: Talk It Over

I am still being cradled by my mum. Although I have stopped crying my cheeks and eyes are still very sore. I sit up slowly and grab ahold of my stomach, it begins to hurt very bad. I already know that it's from crying so much. I jump up from my mum's arms and run to the bathroom, bracing myself against the toilet bowl. My mum rushes to my side and feels of my forehead. By the look on her face I know it isn't good.
"Boo bear... Please come to bed... You look really sickly."
I nod and look upwards. My vision slowly going a wary I don't remember much after that just thinking of Harry.
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I wake up in the hospital. Hospital?! Why am I in the hospital? I try sitting up but I only wince. There is a shock of pain directly in my abdomen. What is going on? My eyes are soon drawn to a guy with green emerald eyes and chocolate brown curly
hair. Hazzy....My Hazzy. As soon as his gaze meets with mine, tears are being shed. I cant help what I'm feeling right now at this very moment. Not when the person I let go is right in front of me. He hugs me, it's comforting, very loving, and I never want to let go. He does something that I actually never thought he'd do....especially after what I caused towards him. He gives me a gentle loving kiss right on my lips and I melt right into it. Everything else that was on my mind...is complete gone.
He now looks down towards me, I'm trying to read his eyes, they scream guilt, betrayal, but worst of all neglect. Why did I do this to him? I broke him.
"Lou...we need to talk."
I nod, hanging my head low in defeat, this was a very obvious sign.
"Lou...I miss you... I-I miss us...the things we did...the laughs we had...I-I miss our little talks we used to have each night...and-and how you called me Hazzy bear."
Tears begins streaming down his face and he wipes them away with the palm of his hand.
"I...I love you...and I miss you...more importantly Lou...I need you."
My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as I hear him speak, he seems sincere, genuine, and kind. The Harry that I always knew and loved. The one that I turned away... for completely nothing. Other than to make myself feel better. In reality that had only made me feel worse. A lot worse actually. I knew it took a toll on Harry as well. I sigh lightly and look at my arms. One has an I.V. the needle sticking into my skin and sending fluid into my body I wasn't even sure what it was. It was supposed to help me. Likely story. I groan and see Harry walk over to get a hospital chair. He pulls it over to my bedside and smiles. He takes ahold of my hand and smiles.
"Lou bear... I want to start over... like we were before." I nod and grip his hand. I would love to do that too. I don't say it, my actions show it. I now look at my other arm where it's cover in gauze at the bend of my arm.
"No worries Lou bear.., they just had to get a sample of your blood. " He is telling me not to worry yet he sounds as if he is on spikes. I'm definitely worried, but my face doesn't show it.
"Why don't you get some rest, hmm?" He asks. "I promise to be here the whole time." I nod soon closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.