I feel Harry beside me. I can't make out what he's saying. I have excruciating pain in my stomach where the malicious man stabbed and shot me. My lucky day. He pulls out his phone and a few minutes later I hear sirens.
Everything seems to be happening in slow motion, fading out. One minute, I'm at home. The next I'm on a stretcher. Then I'm at the hospital.
I feel a sharp pain as they push a needle into my skin but for right now I just want the pain to go away. My hand is held in Harry's hand. I try to squeeze his hand but I don't have enough energy.
His thumb strokes the back of my hand as the pain starts to fade away. I have so many questions running through my mind, but I'm not exactly sure who to ask.
My eyes flutter shut and my mind goes blank.
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I rub my eyes and open them slowly to examine the room. Harry is passed out on the chair next to my bed with is arms hanging off the sides of the chair, his leg crossed on top of his right knee, head backwards on the back of the chair, and individual brown curly strands of hair are cluttered around his head.
There's a tray of food next to the bed. Most of it looks pretty disgusting except for a chocolate pudding cup. Upon closer inspection, I discover that Harry ate the only good thing on my tray.
I push on the bed to lift myself up to the tray of food. I pick up the white plastic fork and pick at my food for a while not daring to put even a little in my mouth. I hear Harry shuffling around in his chair and his head is tilted so I can see his tanned skin and beautiful lustered emerald eyes staring at me.
"Hey." His low, morning voice calms me.
"Hey." My voice is rusty and dry.
"How are you feeling?"
"I don't really feel a lot of pain. I guess it's because of the dose of morphine they injected into me."
He nodded.
"It's kind of bizarre that just yesterday the roles were reversed and I was the one laying in the hospital bed."
"I know. I was feeling so many different emotions. I was angry, crying, nervous, scared, and then numb. I..I..."
My voice trails off thinking about before I went in the house. I should have let Dylan come with me. I should have not been so stubborn but I can't change anything now.
"You what?" He asked, his eyes staring at me waiting for a response.
"I am so glad you were there, I would have been in a worse state if you didn't show up." I say sinking back into my pillows.
"Anytime."
He gave me an adorable half smile and I'm pretty sure I blushed.
The doctor walked into the room with a clipboard in one hand flipping through the pages. I looked at Harry. I am so nervous but I bet it's nothing.
"Alright, Miss Rose! You will be able to go home later this afternoon. Your cuts are cleaned out, stitched, and bandaged up. You'll have to come in every week until your wounds have heeled so we know there isn't an infection." He turns his attention to Harry, "keep an eye on this one!" He winked at him and nudged his head towards my direction.
"Harry, do you think... You could give me a ride to my parents' house?"
"Umm, sure-"
Harry was interrupted by a frantic Dylan rushing into the room, followed by a panicked Paris and an annoyed Chanel.
