Code Black (N.S)

52.

Harry's POV

I watched Niall stand up and leave. I felt cold as soon as we stopped touching, wanting nothing but to get out of this goddamn bed and pull Niall back. That wouldn't be a good idea though, seeing as I was injured. Not to mention that would make it seem like I had immense separation issues. Which I probably did but that wasn't important.

Shortly after Niall had left, I heard the door open again. I wasn't able to see who it was before I felt someone jump on top of me. Judging by the smell of perfume, it was Gemma.

"Gem, get off him. He can't breathe," I heard mum laugh from the door.

Gemma got off, mumbling an apology as she smiled at me.

"Are you okay, Harry?" mum asked, moving up to the bed and leaning down to kiss my forehead gently.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's healing pretty quick. It doesn't even hurt that much," I responded with a shrug.

"That would be because you're practically high off of pain medication," Gemma rolled her eyes. I guess that would explain why I felt so numb but surprisingly my head felt almost clear. 

"I assume you saw Niall?" mum questioned, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

The mere mention of his name made me smile, thinking back to a few minutes before, when he was there.

"Yeah, he just left actually," I replied.

"Is he okay?" Gemma asked.

"Yeah. Well, he will be," I said sadly, thinking back to how much he suffered last time and how much worse this will be. That was why I needed to leave as soon as I possibly could.

The room was tense. No one really knew what to say, so the next few minutes were simply silent. Although I felt pretty much completely fine, I could tell that mum and Gemma were still extremely worried. 

"When can I get out of here?" I finally asked, making mum smile at me.

"The doctor just told us that it will be in a few days, seeing as though you've healed quite a bit," she replied. Thank God for that, I was already sick of this place. "But you're going to be on bed rest for quite a while."

"I expected that much," I sighed, realising just how serious everything was. It was crazy to think about how much everything had changed this year. 

There was then a knock on the door, which Gemma stand from the chair and open it. The door opened to reveal Louis and Zayn.

"Hey, Harry," Louis said, sending me a small smile as they both made their way over to my side.

"Well, Gem and I have to go. We'll be back to see you tomorrow, okay?" mum asked, making me nod as they exited the room and left me with Zayn and Louis.

"How are you?" Zayn asked.

I shrugged in response. I was okay but I needed to get out. The air smelled strongly of disinfectant and it made me slightly nauseous. Though I guess that things could be a lot worse so I didn't want to complain too much. 

"Real hero, you are. I don't know anyone else who would actually take a bullet for someone," Louis grinned. 

"This was all my fault. If Niall got killed, I don't think I could have forgiven myself," I muttered. 

"Hey, it's not all your fault. Shit happens and that sick bastard was the one with the gun. You did what you felt like you had to do. Even if it was extremely dramatic," he teased. 

"I have to admit, it was kind of cool," Zayn spoke up with a grin. 

"Yeah. Fantastic," I rolled my eyes. "Real glad it was entertaining for you both," I added. "Look, I want to thank you both for everything."