White Tree house

Advise From Nikki

Harry's POV

After a week, I was allowed to see Autumn.

Bunch of nurses carried me into a wheelchair.

I was still covered in a few bandages though.

The boys always came to see me once a day at least.

They talk about what had happened in their life and stuff.

At the end of the day, they got to leave because they had an interview or something.

Some people tried to ask if they could interview me in this situation, but my mother would never let them.

Gemma pushed the wheelchair, while mom was walking beside me.

A nurse guided us to Otto's room.

Gemma stopped in front of a white plain door. "She can't reply to you, but she can here you Hazz." She said making me slightly happy.

Mom opened the door and I saw Autumn in bed.

She looked terrible.

Not in that way, but she had so many bruises and way more bandages than I did.

A tear slipped down my face which I quickly wiped away.

"Are you sure you can take it Hazz." My mom held my right hand in hers while she rubbed her thumb in a circle motion.

I nodded.

Gemma kept on pushing my wheelchair until I was next to Otto's weak body on the bed.

Her face had little bruises.

Both of her legs and her right arm were wrapped.

Her head was wrapped with bandages, as well.

Tears escaped my eyes as well and a whimper.

The girl whom I love and the girl that broke my heart into millions of pieces in laying in front of me.

She could die and it would be all my fault.

I held her hand in mine, not wanting I let go.

I laid my head on the bed, close to her.

It hurt a little when I moved, but I ignored it.

"I'm so sorry Otto. This is all my fault and I'm so sorry. I shouldn't of let this happen to you." I whispered to her.

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Autumn's POV

I heard some people around me talking about medical check up and stuff that I didn't really understand because I wasn't a doctor.

Or am I.

I'll never know until I could wake up.

I heard some beeping sound.

The same Irish guy kept on coming every day to see me.

Even if I had no idea who this guy was, I felt so close with him.

I wanted to open my eyes and see who this guy was.

He sometime sings to me and told me to wake up.

It was sweet.

After a few minutes later, I heard the door swung open.

I could hear voices, but didn't get to understand them.

I felt a presence near by.

Maybe it was the Irish guy.

But something tells me it's someone else.