Undiscovered

21.

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school is craaaazy!!!! So, I'm going to do a super update to make up for it, also, I'd like to try out something new!! As you know, new characters have been brought into this now and Emilee and Harry haven't had much say considering the change of country and what-not. But this update will straighten everything out (time-wise) and they will all come together as one period of time, it's going to be a long chapter but hopefully it will keep you all entertained for a few days!! I will probably do updates like this a few times because I can't update frequent updates with school and all the work I have to do, so bare with me! Loves y'all! xo)

Emilee's POV

It's been a few days since I was called back to the hospital and my life has been completely turned upside down. I feel like I don't even have my own life anymore, all I've seen since being in here is nurses and doctors back and forth, in and out of my room. I don't get a minutes peace in this place!

I hate being in this place already, I hate hospitals to begin with, but being stuck in here, not being able to go home, now this is killing me.

Since I've been in here, I've had seven blood transfusions and three platelet transfusions, all the doctors have complained about is how bad of a state that I'm in.

The pain from all of these transfusions are starting to wear me down, what makes it worse that the doctors give me nothing for the pain. I just have to cope with it, I don't complain, but I know Harry knows the pain I'm in, and he makes sure to ask about it too.

I can feel every single thing the doctors do to me. After the first three transfusions, my veins started to collapse, making it harder for the nurses to put a transfusion line into my arm. It was torture, there is this one nurse, who doesn't even care if she causes me pain, just keep shoving the line into my arm, which has left a lot of bruises.

Since my veins have collapsed, I have had to have a pickman line put in me. It's a temporary line which goes up my arm and directly into my bloodstream. It was a lot of pain, but I could handle it.

I look like I've been fighting with all of the bruises over my arms and the rest of my body. Stupid blood cells, they release bruises on me every chance they get. The whole of my right forearm is covered in one huge bruise from the nurses constantly trying to find my vain to puncture with a transufion line, not happening.

The only plus side of having a pickman line is that it only needs to be flushed after a transfusion and it can be used over and over until it needs to be taken out.

A nurse came in about ten minutes ago to hook me back up to my blood transfusion, which takes two and a half hours to complete, before, finally, exiting the room.

Harry and I haven't had much time to converse since I've been in here, I've either had visitors or the pissing nurses have been checking up on me to make sure I'm not dead. I swear, I'm sure Harry would call someone for help if something was happening, I just need time alone with him, the nurses are pissing me off.

Harry is sitting by the side of my bed, his rather large hand entwined with my much smaller one. He isn't really paying attention to anything, he is just staring blankly into the atmosphere around him. He doesn't look bored being here, which I certainly am, but he looks rather deep in thought, o as if something is bugging him. But he does look rather peaceful, his unruly curls have fallen on to his face and his jade green eyes look determined, to do what, I have no idea.

"Are you okay babe?" My voice breaks the silence in the room, it's not an awkward silence, it never is when Harry is around, it's a comfortable silence.

Harry breaks from his stare to turn to me, he has a smile on his face which brings relief to me.

"Of course babe, how you feeling now?"