There is Still Hope

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"Open your legs." he instructs me. He takes off his pants then his boxers.

"Will I lose 'it'" I say scared.

"Only if you want to." he smirks. "I think it's about time. Honestly." he adds.

"Ok then." I take a deep breath in and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." I moan.

"Your so sexy." he says into my breast.

"Thanks." I didn't know what to say.

"Umm, Troy?" someone knocks on the door.

"Oh no." I say and put my underwear back on.

"One second!" he says and puts on his pants.

I jump back into the bed and Troy opens the door. The doctor comes to the computer and records a bunch of things.

"Sarah you can leave now." he tells my by the bed side.

"Oh ok."

"But..." he stops me.

"But what?"

"Harry, is in a coma."

a coma:

noun [plural co·mas.]

1. a state of prolonged unconsciousness, including a lack of response to stimuli, from which it is impossible to rouse a person.

noun [plural co·mae]

1. the nebulous envelope around the nucleus of a comet.

2. a monochromatic aberration of a lens or other optical system in which the image from a point source cannot be brought into focus, the image of a point having the shape of a comet.

"What will happen to him?" i ask with a year forming in my eyes.

"We don't know yet."

"Can he die?" a tear rolls down my cheek onto my lap.

"Yes but we are trying our best to not let that happen." Troy comes to the bed and hugs me.

"Alright. I'll change and be on my way." I say ignoring the tears dropping on the floor.

"I'll take you to be safe." Troy offers.

"I think I would be better off alone." I say and leave the room.

As soon as I leave the hospital and get into my car and pour out tears. I remember putting a picture of Harry and I together in the sunglasses compartment. I open it and take out the picture. My finger drags across the smooth texture of it. I sniffle one more time and put the picture off. I cry on the way home. As I open the door I see Zayn and Laila on the couch. I run up to them.

I hug them tightly. "hi." I say as If I didn't know them.

"How are you?" Zayn ask.

"I'm recovering. Barely."

"If you want you can stay with me." Laila tells me.

"No, I wanna stay here. Even if he dies." I say wiping my tears.

"Sarah this won't help." she points out.

"I don't want help, I want Harry." I run into the bedroom. Laila and Zayn chase after me.

I shut the door and lock it so they don't come in.

"Sarah, stop. Let us in." Zayn commands.

"I don't wanna I say and jump on the bed and sob into a pillow.

"C'mon Sarah, at least one back downstairs." Zayn comforts.

"Fine but you will leave after terty-sevan minutes." I demand.

"Why so specific?" Laila ask.

"I don't know." I shush my shoulders, open the door, and go downstairs with them.