Undiscovered

31.

(Hey guys, I know I updated recently but I'm still awake and I don't know why, my mind won't rest and it's getting pretty late so I thought I would write a chapter, on my phone btw, for you all. I don't know how long it'll be as I'm writing on my phone but I'll try and keep it going as long as my thumbs will let me okay? Deal.)

Harry's POV

Seeing Emilee finally come around after days of being in a coma brought anxiety, panic and relief to me.

I didn't know whether she would remember me or not and that simply scared me. Imagine having someone you love and you've been with for 8 months not remember who you are after waking up from a medically induced coma, it was frightening to know that she might not actually remember me.

It would shatter my heart into a thousand pieces and blend it up to mush to know that I've stuck by Emilee's side this whole time and she wouldn't even know my name the second she opened her eyes.

I've been by Emilee's side since the minute she came back to this awful hospital, it's so bland and disgusting, a constant uneasy feeling and reminder of death, no wonder why Emilee hates it here.

As I think to myself about any and everything that has been going on, I realise Emilee's eyes start to flutter open. I stay silent, trying not to mother her as she needs the space to readjust herself, but I can't help but notice how painfully peaceful she still looks even after everything that has happened to her.

The doctors were forced to put her into a coma or the chances of her ever opening her eyes let alone lying them on me was extremely slim.

To even have my head in that mindset would crush me, I simply cannot afford to think like that, plus, if I hadn't brought her here when I did, being impatient like I am, she wouldn't be lying in this hospital bed right now and if that happened, I sure as hell would count myself responsible for it all.

I shake myself from my thoughts when I notice Emilee looking around the room trying to figure out where she is and why she is here.

The confusion is clear on her face but I don't want to startle her by making any sudden movements or gestures towards her. I need to let her come around on her own before I start bombarding her with questions.

The truth is, my life has been hell these past few days without Emilee healthy and energetic. I've had her mother chirping in my ear any chance she gets telling me she's "worries about me and I need to go home and get some rest."

I know I called Elizabeth because I was worried that this might actually be the end for her after all the damage that's been caused to her fragile body, but that doesn't mean she can tell me what to do and try to command me to do things. I don't work that way, sweetheart.

I only tolerate Elizabeth for Emilee's sake, she is Emilee's mother after all. Even though she apologised very early on and said she would give me a chance, she's never given off the most comfortable vibe while she's around me, yeah like I give two shits about her. Emilee is my main priority and she always will be as long as she'll have me.

"As long as she'll have me." I whisper to myself while trying to convince myself that everything is going to be alright and it'll work out just fine.

"Em?" I can't wait any longer, I know she's confused but she's been glancing around the room for too long and I feel like I can give her the answers she needs.

"Can you hear me babe?" The doctor did say she might be very disorientated for a while, but by talking to her will hopefully help her come around a lot quicker.

She turns her head in the opposite direction slightly, glaring at the needles going into her arms and pumping fluid into them. I'm expecting her to either cry or scream when she realises where she is. I know how much she despises hospitals but if she wasn't here now, she could possibly be in my arms, as cold as a rock as I sob over her body.