My body feels heavy. I think I might be asleep... but I'm not really sure. I try to open my eyes, but nothing happens. Am I dreaming? I feel like I fell into a pit of darkness. I try to move, but I can't. My body is swallowed by the pain and my mind is straining to remember why. Memories of Dean hitting me and Harry saving me start flooding back.
This isn't some bad dream.
This is reality.
This is my life.
Suddenly, I feel the warmth of a gentle hand on my forehead. It's as if the hand brings me back to life as my eyes hesitantly open. A blurry head of curls starts to come into my vision.
Harry.
"Bella." He let's out a sigh, "You're awake. How do you feel?"
Pain. I feel a lot of pain.
"I'm okay." I lie.
"wait- where am I?"
"you fainted... so I brought you back to my apartment." Harry almost whispers, as if his full voice would hurt me somehow.
"Oh." I'm at a loss for words. He saved me... he saved my life.
His eyebrows furrow together in thought or maybe even concern... or uncertainty. His eyes don't meet mine as he looks away and he clears his throat.
"I'll get you a glass of water."
He starts to stand up off the edge of the bed, but I quickly reach out and grab his arm.
"Harry." I whisper as tears gather in my eyes.
"You- you saved me." He glances down at my weak hand wrapped around his forearm and then looks me in the eyes. He reaches down and wipes some of the falling tears off my cheeks.
"Why did you do it?"
"Why what, love?" His voice is so soft, so gentle.
"Why did you save me, Harry?" I sound so stupid, but I have to know.
"Because. I wanted to. Simple as that." My heart skips a beat at his words. He didn't do it because he felt obligated... he wanted to save me.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I vaguely remember what condition Harry was in before I passed out.
"No, I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about." I take notice of a small, but deep looking cut on Harry's cherry lip, but decide not to say anything yet.
"I'm fine, really." But he doesn't look convinced. Heck, I'm not even convinced. I can barely move for God's sake.
"Where does it hurt?" His emerald eyes flood with concern as he studies me.
"Everywhere." I answer honestly. My whole body feels beaten and bruised, which most of it is.
"I want to kill that bastard." Harry sighs shaking it head, his ringlets swinging from side to side.
"Well, thank you. I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you."
He reaches his hand up and caresses my non-bruised cheek, slowly running his fingers up and down my cheekbone in the most relaxing way. I let my eyes close as he continues to gently brush his fingertips over my entire face, being careful not to touch my bruised eye and cheek. After a couple minutes, his long fingers stop and he places a sweet kiss on my forehead.
"You're welcome." He whispered in my ear and walked out of the room. I open my heavy eyelids to watch his tall figure disappear from the door way.
I take this moment alone to take in my surroundings. The room is small, but very tidy. The walls are a faint beige color and the curtains and blankets are navy blue. Next to me, is a little wooden bedside table with a lamp, an old alarm clock and some books on it. A small laundry basket sits by the door next to a pair of bright yellow running sneakers. I giggle at the thought of Harry wearing those with his all black outfit. There is a simple brown dresser in the corner of the room and that's about it. It's very simple and very comfortable.
