Stepdad Styles

Chapter 13

Harry says I died that night, he claims he never wants to relive that moment ever again in his lifetime and yet here he is replaying the scene out for me. His dark skinny jeans bunched at the knees as he sat on the hard plastic chair just mumbling away.

"They pressed those god awful metal things on your chest as if it were to jump start your heart twice. TWICE those lines went dead on that beeping machine over there and then, as if by miracle, they began twitching again. You were breathing, rapidly at first but the second time was the charm. I lost you, TWICE, I was out of my mind scared to death, Hazel." Finally he breathes, I was worried that as he continued without a breath he would pass out before me.

"I'm sorry, I tried to fight it, I don't remember much honestly." I really didn't.

He sighs deeply, his shoulders slouching forward as he stands up just to take two steps and re-sit back down, this time at the edge of my hospital bed.

"I can't tell you how I would have felt if you weren't here right now." His eyes remained fixated at his hands as they played with the edge of the beds sheets.

"I'm here now. I'm alive. My arm is numb, but I'm alive." I attempted to reach my arm out to touch his forearm but suddenly it appears impossible. I can't move it, I can't even feel it. With the use of my other hand I glide my fingertips over the bed sheets and as they near Harry's waist his eyes finally look in mine. A cold but loving stare, he was clearly unhealthy looking right now, worse than me.

Tears stayed in the corner depths of his eyes, threatening to over spill if he were to get more emotionally worked up. The red streaks in his eyes made his green irises stand out more, red defined wrinkles outlined his eyes, why fight it Harry? Just give in and let it all out.

I gripped his side with my hand, his very own hand overlapped mine and we didn't speak.

So much has happened since this tour had started, so many emotions I have gone through, I could withstand anything anyone had to throw at me right now without a flinch.

"Mr. And Mrs.-"

I may have pinched Harry's side at the mention we were married. He nearly yelped out in pain, but kept a a small smile as he turned his head towards the doctor.

"We're just friends." Harry said.

"Then I'm going to have to ask you to leave, it's policy we ask all non-family memb-"

"He was just kidding!" I laughed insanely, smiling at my doctor and then carefully glaring at Harry. "Weren't you, hunny?"

"Uhh.." I'll kill him if he doesn't work with me, I'll break both his arms first and then his legs- "yeah! Going on 5 years now." Harry beamed happily. Okay, so maybe I won't snap his legs off.

"He's a joker." I laugh nervously as Harry gets up from my bed side, his hand leaving mine, coldness over taking my skin. Where had the warmth gone?

The doctor, who seemed confused and annoyed, ignored whatever we had said to him and carried on about my condition.

"Well, miss. You certainly gave us quite the scare. After two blood transfusions and two heart-restarts we finally were able to get you to breathe on your own. You lost quite a bit of blood from the flesh wound, but don't worry we have replenished that blood and you're nearly better. "

So I can go home now?

He opens his mouth again to continue, I guess he wasn't done after all.

"You won't be needing any surgery, we have stitched up your arm with exactly 4 stitches and I will write you a prescription for pain medicine. Now, Do you two have any questions for me?"