Please Forgive Me

Chapter 4: All My Fault

I'm sitting nervously in my hospital bed. I see a young guy maybe about mid twenties or early thirties. I sigh softly as I see him walk even closer than before. He is now standing beside Harry. Completely covered in blue scrubs and a clipboard in his hand.
"Hello... Louis is it?" I nod slowly and look towards Harry. He has a sorrowful expression appear on his face. It's because of me. I'm the reason of it all. The tears, the anger, the hunger. It's all because of me. I don't say that though. I actually don't say anything. I just sit there. I'm looking from Harry to the doctor... again and again... waiting for one of them to say something.
"Louis... honey... is everything alright?" Harry asks concerned. His eyes are filled with worry and a few tears. Everything isn't alright. How is it? I broke up with Harry. My perfect soul mate. I shattered his heart and destroyed our friendship. I feel him nudge me, and I realize he wants an answer. What do I tell him?
"No 'arry."I mutter. "I'm not alright... not at all."
That's when all of his tears overflow and stream down his cheeks. He looks at the doctor and sighs. "Dr. Payne... I'm not sure what's going on... but I want to figure it out."He nods and gives a smile towards me. I just whimper.
The doctor had left the room and few minutes ago and Harry was cradling me in his arms. Why? I didn't deserve this. Being pampered and loved? No I deserved to be neglected and ignored. The same way I treated him. I needed a big dose of "This is what you get" medicine. I sit up and look at Harry. He is tracing his fingers through my hair, clearly he is lost in concentration.
"No... 'arry... st-stop."
I feel tears overwhelm me as I sit up completely. I know that all of this is on me. Everything.
"I don't deserve this!" I squal. My eyes are sore and my cheeks are puffy. This is what I get for holding in my feelings.
"I don't deserve you, 'arry!" I don't deserve to be pampered or loved.... I deserve... I-I'm the worst!
His expression doesn't change. Instead of agreeing with me he cuddles me even closer and kisses my cheek.
"Of course you do, Lou." He smiles and bats his eyelashes. "You deserve all of my love and more."
I feel a smile curve over my face. No matter how down I feel Harry always helps me feel better.
"You feel better, don't you." His eyes are sympathetic and as beautiful as ever.
"Yes... I love you so much 'arry."
"And I love you."