alive ↠ hs

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Harry's POV

As I carried Saige to our trucks, Niall found Asher. James had beaten her up pretty bad. I had stopped the bleeding on her neck but she has a head injury. To what extend, I wasn't sure.

Niall ran up beside me, Asher and a boy standing next to him. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at Niall. Asher noticed my look before reaching over and taking the boys hand, intertwining their fingers. "He's with me."

Asher reached out to me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Saige told me you were alive but I didn't believe her."

I chuckled, hugging him back. "Nice to see you too."

Niall reached over to Saige, smiling as he brushed a piece of hair from her face. "She's beautiful, Harry. We better get going so we can treat her."

Yelling echoed through the camp as I quickly, and carefully, set Saige in the backseat before climbing in, putting her head in my lap as I brushed her hair from her forehead.

"She killed James," I said as we headed towards home. "He hurt her."

Asher turned around and smiled. "Good, that bastard deserved it."

I shook my head, brushing my fingers against her cheekbones. "She had a head injury, I know that for sure. I don't know what it's done to her."

Asher reached out, searching for my hand. I took his hand as he gave it a reassuring squeeze. "She'll be fine," he said softly. "She always has, she always will."

I wasn't so sure this time. It was a feeling. That feeling. Hot tears fell down my cheeks as I pulled her against me, pressing my lips against her forehead.

"Please be okay." I begged quietly.

Once we arrived, I took Saige to our doctor, Sam. I set her softly on the table, hesitantly pulling me hands back. 

One of the nurses reached for her, roughly pulling at her arm to start an IV drip. "Hey, be careful with her, she's not some rag doll."

She looked up at me. "Sorry."

Sam looked up at me. "I think we would feel better if you waited outside."

"I'm not leaving her-"

"Son," he laid a hand on my shoulder. "She's in good hands, I promise, go get some water and take a break, we'll be right here when you get back."

I nodded, taking one last look at her before heading to the kitchen, where I grabbed a bottle of water, downing half of it.

Once I returned back to the infirmary, they still weren't done checking her out. I pressed my back against the wall as tears fell down my cheeks. I closed my eyes, breathing out.

I opened my eyes when Asher sat down beside me. I wiped my face with my shirt before sliding down beside him, sniffling.

He turned to me and smiled sadly. "You amazed me from the beginning."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"

"You literally showed up out of nowhere and saved Saige, like the superhero you are," he grinned at me. "You saved her. Gave her something to live for. Brought her back to life."

I shook my head. "No, she was already that without me."

"Oh, come on, Harry, don't be humble," he chuckled. "You loved her back to life."

"I do love her," I chuckled, looking down at my fingers. "It's so crazy to me. How in such a shitty world, everything we've been through, I found her."

"I think she feels the same."

I smiled softly as tears threatened to spill again. "I love her so much. It's driving me crazy, in a good way. I can't be away from her for a long time or I feel incomplete. Life feels wrong if she's not here to live in it."

Asher reached out and took my hand, squeezing softly. "That's true love, babe."

I chuckled. The door opened, causing me to rise to my feet, meeting Sam's eyes. "So?"

"It looks like she hit her head pretty hard-"

"Yeah, I already know that, get on with it." I snapped as Asher laid his hand on my shoulder. 

Sam sighed. "She has a traumatic brain injury. This means that her brain is swelling."

"What does this mean?" Asher asked quietly.

"When the brain swells as a result of trauma, the fluid pushes up against the skull," Sam said. "Let's just hope she wakes up."

"What happens when she does?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. It depends on the extent of the injury," he said. "She could have short or long-term memory loss, slowed ability to process information, trouble concentrating, seizures, speech impediments, headaches,  bal-"

"Alright, I think you've scared the poor boy enough." Asher chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"You can see her if you'd like," he said. "She can hear you."

I pushed past him, finding Saige tucked in a hospital bed, her face clean of blood, her neck wrapped. Her eyes were closed, the soft beeping of the heartbeat monitor filling the quiet room.

I sat down beside her, taking her hand in mine and pressing my lips against it. "Hey, baby."

I was hoping she would stir and show me those beautiful brown eyes but she stayed still, making me cry as I pressed my lips against her forehead. "I love you. No matter what."