- Lesbehonest. h.e.s -

-11. fainted-

Swinging open the hospital doors, all I hear is commotion. A nurse rushes over to me as I begin to walk down the halls. I just want to see my baby sister.

"You can't be down these halls, Ma'am. You have to check in and get approval." She says shooing us off.

"Please. I'm looking for Kimberly Robinson. About 12-13 years old-" I rush as my eyes begin to water.

"Ma'am. You need to check in. I'm not going to ask you again."

"Can you just tell us where the fuck her sister is!" Harry says in frustration, as he glides his hand up and down my back, aiming to comfort me. After those words slip from his mouth, my eyes widen at the sight of a hospital bed, being escorted down the hallway. As they past us quickly, I catch a glimpse of a girl, shaved head, eyes rolled back in her head, seizuring. Her caramel skin now paler than I remember. Hands and legs twitching as my eyes begin to burn at the sight.

"Is that-Is that-" I stutter the words not even being able to form.

"She's going into surgery. We'll do everything we can." She says quickly before running after the bed, helping them. They continue down the hall, making a swift turn. No words leave my mouth as I stare at the hallway she was in just moments ago, my lips slightly parted.

"Sammie.." Harry says gently before my eyes get heavy and my body drops to the floor.

Rubbing my eyes, I wake up in a hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling, then sitting slowly up, taking in everything around me. On my left, the machines I'm hooked up to stand. On my right, I spot Harry asleep in a seat next to me, his head resting on the railing of my bed and our fingers interlocking.

"Harry." I say my voice coming out so small, not sounding like me at all. He groans and shifts, making me think about how long he's been here. I sigh running my fingers through his soft ass hair, as he leans into it, humming in satisfaction.

"Sammie, baby, are you ok?" He rasps, his morning voice being deep as fuck, his eyes still closed and my hand still in his hair. His interlocks our fingers a little tighter when I didn't answer immediately after he asked. My sore throat began to ache as I open my mouth to speak, making a weird sound come out. Harry looks up at me with concern in his eyes. I quickly nod, not wanting him to get worried about me.

"How long have we been here?" I mumble quietly, as his hand makes its way to my chin, tilting my head around inspecting my face.

"Are you ok? You don't sound ok. Do you want me to go get a doctor?" He asks, worryingly, about to get up, as I stop him by grabbing his large hand with both of mine.

"No, stop Harry. I'm fine. I promise. My throats just a little sore. But I'm fine. Chill. Now how long have we been here?" I promise, as he sighs in relief.

"About 8 hours. Maybe 9." He says checking his phone as my face softens.

"Harry. You've here for that long? I fainted, I didn't have a heart attack. You could've gone home. But thank you." I say, a smile on my face, as he rubs small soothing circles on the top of my hand.

  "It doesn't matter what happened, If you're ever in a hospital bed, I'm going to be worried about you. I always am." He says softly, our eyes meeting before realization hits me and I remember why I'm here in the first place.

"What are you doing? Stop, wait for the doctor to get back. Sit down you're gonna hurt yourself." Harry protests as I get out of bed, my legs a little wobbly, unattaching ching all the machines I'm plugged up to.

"Mr. and Mrs. Styles?" A doctor says walking into the room, looking at a clipboard as my face goes deadpanned and I look over at Harry. He just shrugs with a small grin on his face.

"Yes?" I sigh.

"We have some news. About your sister."