How could I forget?

Hospitals Pt 1

Ariana's POV

My hands were shaking, they haven't stopped ever since I got the call. I was on my way home from Heathrow Airport, I had just gotten back from Japan. Seeing Anne's name on the caller ID wasn't an unusual thing, I answered happily and felt my heart plummet when she spoke those words.

"Ari, sweetheart. Something's happened and we've gone to hospital. Danny, he's not, I don't know what happened. He was fine, Ariana, I swear it, b-but he, he just-"

The doors of the waiting room opened and I felt a bit of relief, it distracted me from what had happened a little over 24 hours ago. There stood Harry, his hair a mess and his bags strapped across his chest. Over the phone, when I first called him, I couldn't get the words of what happened out of my mouth. All he knew was that Danny was hurt and that we were all worried sick. He walked past his family and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I started crying as I tried to tell him what had happened.

"H-his heart. H-he has a weak heart. That's why he's always so tired." I cried into his shoulde, not really making any sense. He rubbed his palm up and down my back soothingly. "He needs a new one."

"Shh, breathe." He said softly, he pulled back and led me to sit down. Needing some sort of comfort, I grabbed his hand and held it on my lap.

"Did I ever tell you that they were born 2 months early?" I asked. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear at the moment, but it would all make some sort of sense when he heard the full story.

"No." He responded. I nodded my head, but didn't say anything. "Ariana, I'm losing my fucking mind. I may look calm, but I'm not. What happened?"

I ignored his question and continued my story. "Well, yeah, they were two months premature. I went hysteric, not knowing what was happening. I was- there was blood, so much blood." I remembered, shaking my head, "I called out for Frankie and he panicked, called an ambulance. We-we got there and the doctor saw us and immediately gave me an ultrasound. A weird noise was heard from his heart, it was beating so fast. They told me his heartbeat was way above average, they said that if they didn't induce me, there was a high chance he wouldn't make it."

"Ariana, I can't believe you had to go through that. I'm so sorr-"

I took a deep breath, "Then, on July 5th, 2011 at 2:49 in the morning, they were born. Every day is a gift because those doctors told me that he wouldn't make it to two weeks." I looked down at my hands and let out a small smile, "He's turning three soon."

I felt him squeeze my hand. When I looked up he had tears in his eyes as well. I reached up and wiped one that had fallen.

"Is that what's happened here? Something with his heart? He's gonna be okay though, right?" He asked.

I nodded my head. My eyes watering as I explained what had happened. "They say he has some kind of clot in one of the valves, which caused his heart rate to increase. He-he umm, he passed out. They need to do surgery to clear it out."

"Heart surgery." His voice cracked. "He's two years old and he's having heart surgery."

He sat there in shock, not believing it. I had time to process the situation, it still hurt, but I've processed what's going on. To comfort him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brought him to me, his head laying where my chest and neck met. I ran my fingers through his hair and just held him. I kissed his forehead and waited for the shock to settle. Frankie was walking up to us and I shook my head, Harry just needed a bit of time to process everything. Weakly, without moving his position, he asked where Mia was.