Undiscovered

17.

Emilee's POV

I wake up from the pressure in my arm. It takes me a while to wake up and I'm quite groggy when I've had hardly any sleep. I look around the unfamiliar, bland, white room. Then I realise, I'm at the hospital. Great.

There's a nurse standing over me, fiddling with the lines in my arms, obviously changing the transfusion for my second lot for today. I feel a bit better, a little more alive now I've had one transfusion, but that doesn't stop me from being pissed off with my mother. I don't even have to look to realise Harry is the one with his arms around my waist and I'm glad of that. 

I look up to him and I realise he is still sleeping, light snores escaping him. But, I notice my mother from the corner of my eye. When did she get back in here? I thought she would of left for Wales after storming out of here. I can't wait to hear what she has to say, honestly.

"Good afternoon, Emilee. You have another two hours of this new transfusion to go and then a doctor will be sent in to see what he wants to do with you, okay?" The nurse smiles as me but I know the news I will be given later wont be good.

"Yes, that's fine. Will I be able to go home after that?" I returned the smile to the nurse as she pondered for her response.

"It depends if the doctor is happy to let you go home or not, love." By the look on her face, I would be staying here tonight.

"Okay." I didn't want to stay here, it was horrible here.

The nurse turned on her heel and walked out of the room. Silence fell in the room, the only thing that could be heard was Harry's light snores. I turned to my mother and glared at her, waiting fer her to make the first move, I was not happy with her.

"Emilee.." She sounded so sympathetic. But I cut her off.

"No, don't you 'Emilee..' me. The way you acted earlier was completely out of order. Harry was basicallt trembling with anger at the way you spoke to me, mum. That's not acceptable. You should be happy that Harry is in my life, he is the only constant and for once, I have someone to help me through something. I'm not doing this alone."

My mothers face dropped, guilt written all over it.

"Emilee, I'm so sorry. It was out of order for me to act the way that I did, I was just so worried, panicked. My mind needed to process everything that was going on, and I was upset at the fact that you would have to go through this and I just wanted to take your place. But still, that was no way for me to act. I'm sorry." My mother looked like she was about to cry. The last thing I needed right now was tears.

"Mum, it's going to be hard for all of us, me especially because I will get more of the physical side of the pain. But we all need to just keep moving, we can't let this ruin us. You need to think positive and keep going, or I'll do it all myself."

It was true, I didn't want to let this get me down. I'm too young, I have my whole life ahead of me and I need to keep focused. Obviously this illness is a big thing but I need to keep doing whatever I can to keep my life to as close to normal as possible.

"I know Em, I'm sorry." I smiled at my mother as she got up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me into a hug.

I hugged her back with one arm as my other was trapped under Harry and I certainly didn't want to wake him while my mother was here, he would flip.

My mother left after my transfusion was done with and the doctor had come to see us. Harry had woken up just before the doctor came to visit, holding my hand all the way.

The doctor said that he would like to keep me in to observe me and to run more tests to get all of the correct medications I need. The thought of all of these medications that I will have to take is scary, I hate tablets, or any type of medication, I've always been that way. I could never even take tablets for a headache. I guess I'm just going to have to get used to this.

The room was quiet once my mother had left. Harry and I were still in the same position on my bed, intertwined with each other.

"Emilee?" Harry looks at me, the sound of his voice doesn't sound to steady.

"Yes, baby?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course Harry, and as do I love you."

"Good, I just want you to know how I feel. I'm going to pull you through this Emilee. I promise you're going to be alright."

My heart swells at the sound of Harry's husky voice telling me those things. He is the most perfect boyfriend any one could ever ask for, and I never want to lose him, never.

"I love you, Harry." I take his hand in mine and squeeze tightly for comfort.

I look up to him and smile as he dips his head down to plant a kiss on my forehead.

"I hate this hospital already, it's so boring." I sound like a whiny 4 year old, but right now, I couldn't care less.

"Same, baby. But I'm here to keep you company and I'm not leaving."

I reach up and connect our lips together, pushing myself on him to deepen our kiss. This is the only thing to relax me all day. Everything have just had me on edge today. My hands reach up and intertwine into Harry's curls as I pull a little, a moan escaping his mouth.

I giggle into the kiss as Harry gropes my arse. I'm going to miss simple little things like this while I'm stuck in this hospital. Especially with Harry.

"I- love you- Emilee." I can feel Harry smile but he doesn't break our bond.

"I love you, Harry." I break from the kiss just as I hear a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in!" I shout. A nurse enters.

"Emilee, the doctor would like to see you again. He will be here in a few minutes to speak to you both." The look on her face isn't giving away anything.

"okay.." My heart has dropped, not just dropped, but sunk.

"It's going to be okay Emilee. I'm here. I love you." Harry takes my petite hand in his larger one for comfort.

Whatever the doctor has to say, I'm guessing it's not going to be good.