"Well everything has been checked out." Dr.Stevens said
"Ok, so how long until I can go home?"
"Well it depends. We are going to keep you for a couple nights and if you are healing properly you may go home." He spoke
"Ok."
The doctor walked out of the room with the clipboard in one hand. Harry was balled up in the chair. Ever since my surgery and why I had to have it, he hasn't wanted to sleep beside me. He never touches me or sits on the side of my cot, he just sits in his chair; Sleeping. I slid my eyelids down and relax my muscles. I felt somebody touch me. I am wide awake now. Harry stared into my eyes while I glanced around seeing who touched me.
"Sorry to wake you, love." Harry's voice was raspy and dry from all this sleep he's getting. He hardly leaves the room to eat.
"Oh." I whispered "It's ok." I felt awkward around him. He hasn't spoke to mean in forever. He wakes up to check on me but he lays back down and closes his eyes. I usually just watch the clock and count the seconds and keep track of the minutes. Sometimes sleep abruptly takes me into a deep slumber.
"What did the doctor say?"
"I think you know the answer to that Mr.Styles, you can't sleep 24/7."
"You caught me. I didn't mean to...to-"
"It's ok. You see me here right?"
"Y-"
"I'm fine, don't dwell on it." My tone sounds assertive and stern.
"umph" He slumps back into his chair about to close his eyes again, but I won't let him. I need someone to talk to, someone to comfort me. My parents and siblings haven't visted me for awhile. Harry is here, so why aren't they?
"Harry?Don't fall sleep again. I need someone to talk to, I-I need you, Harry." My voice is raspy and shaky as I try to squeak out the last few words.
"OK."
OK what? Is he serious? He sits straight up in his chair and clasps my hand tightly. His touch sending electrically charged surges through my body.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Um.. Where's my family?I haven't seen them in forever!"
"I don't know actually."
"Oh."
"New topic. How about...How do you feel?"
"Numb and a little pain, but not much."
"I was so worried, everything happened so fast and the only reason why your still laying here is because of me."
"Harry, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself. You were asleep and the amount of morphine they injected me with made me not feel a thing."
"I know! I could've killed you!" His tone was angered toward himself
"I'm here now so..."
"Yeah, you right. So, how did that outfit do for you?"
Memories from the party flash trough my mind leaving me speechless.
"Kensington?" Harry swipped his hand in front of my face and snapped me out of my trance.
"Oh, yeah, great!"
"Good."
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The conversation ended short after and Harry left a couple hours after we spoke.
