I was sitting in the room with Harry, his hand linked happily with mine, and a cute smile seen on his face. To say things would be different was an understatement. After all that had happened, it was just exhausting to think about. Blind, for life. Unless surgery was an option, and even then would it work?
Harry seemed mute since the whole ordeal had happened, I feel as if the predicament we had wasn't really as imperative as I thought and we should've handled it in a different manner. Maybe things could've been different, I could've been there for him more, instead of taking all of my issues and problems on him.
"I'm fine, you know?" Harry finally spoke up, ruffling his hair a bit as he slid a pair of sunglasses over his eyes to hide the crystal mist his eyes now portrayed. "I'm not going to change into something you won't be able to handle."
The sarcasm in his voice lashed out at me like a monster in a closet. But he was right, why was I being such a baby about this? I wasn't the one who was blind, I could take care of him without any problems and the truth was I did still love him. Whether fate had us fall in love or fate had this happen to make me realize that harry really was the one for me, it honestly was just a matter of time.
"It's not about that, Harry," I say softly, running my hands through his curls, and I feel his body become at ease. How he did this, I had no idea, but in all honesty, it's one of the million things I loved about him. "I just hope that I'm right for you... that's all." My voice sounded shaky and I knew it, but it seemed Harry knew it even before me. The way he was so calm about even what we were as soulmates, or as humans in general, it was very different from how I was.
Harry was about to speak, his lips parted slightly, and he nestled close to me but I saw a nurse come in with a wheelchair and a bag of some sort what could this be? Medicine possibly?
"Hello gentlemen, I am happy to say that you are allowed to leave today." I saw her smile, but she wasn't looking at me at all. It was as if I was ou of the equation completely and here is where the jealously sank in deep in the pit of my stomach.
"We can?" I asked instead, hoping my voice didn't shred the air like I thought it did.
The woman only nods her head and once my gaze met with hers she handed the paper to me and walked away.
"Guess you do need meds, Haz," I mumble, looking at the paper which was a prescription for eye drops. The diagnosis being Cerebrospinal fluid. I frowned, this wasn't cured overnight, it was at least three to five days in bed. "I refuse to let them keep you here any longer Haz, we need to take you to a different hospital where they have hospitality."
Harry didn't respond as he usually would, which surprised me, even though I knew he wasn't well. I noticed he had become quite stiff, and it was almost as if he couldn't hear me.
Can't see. Now he can't hear. I bit my lip and felt tears burn my eyes, This time it seemed harder to hold back tear but I tried anyway.
"What did you say, Lou?" Harry's voice came, like an illumination in the night.
