Speechless (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

It is said that love concurs all. That love has no bounds, no limitations. That with love, all things are possible. I never believed that, never once experienced it for myself. My family was torn apart despite the love I had for them, and I myself had never experienced true, unconditional love.

Until now.

It was love that brought me back, brought me up from the depths of darkness.  From the depths of death. I was gone. Lost from life until I heard his voice. Genevieve. Harry’s voice. Genevieve. Calling out to me. Genevieve. Calling my name. Genevieve. Begging me to resurface. Genevieve.

It wasn’t easy coming back, but in the depths of darkness, I felt love, the love Harry had confessed to me the moments before I fell once again into the darkness. It grasped me by the hand, pulling me weakly at first. Then bit by bit harder, with more force.

Harry’s voice was my guide as I fought my way through the darkness with love by my side. It was him who caressed me back to life.

“Genevieve.” He spoke again.

 I could the see the bright light stationed above my head through my closed eyes but I didn’t have the energy to open them. I was back. I was alive.

I could feel a tube down my throat as I lay completely still in a hospital bed, one of my arms was wrapped tight with a bandage the other was pricked with a needle feeding some sort of liquid into my body that tingled as it ran through my veins.

Lifting one of my fingers on my right hand I heard a loud bump in movement.

“Genevieve,” Harry spoke again his hand grasping mine that moved, “are you awake?”

As I rose further up in my body I could feel the control returning, it started in my head, a painful burning, Next it crawled down to my arms flashing through my veins like fire, then was my legs, I could feel the muscles tense and relax. My entire body was rigid for a moment then relaxed.

“Miss Dawson,” Harry spoke as a set of echoing steps entered the room, “I think she’s waking up.”

My mother, her cold hand pressed against my own as she whispered to me, “Oh Gene, dear can you hear me?”

Using what little energy I had I forced my eyes open. The light poured in my eyes making me go temporarily blind. They then focused on both Harry and my mother. They were stationed on either side of me with worry buried deep within their eyes. I could see the weariness on both of their faces, it looked like neither had slept in days.

Instantly my hands went up to the tube that was in my mouth, it was hard against the sensitive muscles in my throat and I wanted it out now.

“Oh thank god,” My mother whispered pressing her lips to my forehead, “you’re awake.”

Harry was next. His hand brushed the side of my face softly and he simply stared at me with glazed over eyes.

“We’ll call a doctor and get that tube taken out,” Harry stated his voice hushed his hand cupping the side of my face.

I nodded weakly and let my body relax again, I had no idea what day it was, it felt like only hours ago that I was with Ryan and Logan but I knew it must be more because of the wear and tear that my mother and Harry wore on their bodies.

“Genevieve,” an unfamiliar voice echoed in the hospital room, “good to see you up.”

A large male doctor stood at the foot of my bed holding a chart in his hand, he was young, mid-thirties at most, he had soft hazel eyes and brown hair that was cut short. He wore blue scrubs and a white coat over the top with his last name stitched on it. Perry.