Zarry - I can't lose you now (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2 - Hospital

Friday 23rd January 2012 – 7am

'Harry? Harry are you there?' an unfamiliar voice asked in the distance.

Slowly, the sounds that must have been from the room around him, started to come to him. Still, everything was in blackness, but he could hear the slow beep of some sort of monitor, something dripping next to his ear and the muffled sounds of a conversation next to him. His sense started coming back to him, he could feel someone holding his hand lightly, rubbing their thumb over the back of his hand. The darkness started to fade away and he could see a blurry white and blue room.

'What? Where am I?' Harry said worriedly as the room came into focus, his voice gruff.

He was in hospital.

'Harry!' Someone with a thick Irish accent exclaimed, it was Niall.

Harry turned his head and Louis, Niall, Liam and a nurse were crowded together watching him expectantly.

He looked around, he was in a room with about five of beds, only one of which being used, which was his. There was a monitor attached to him via a wire travelling from its side into Harry’s inside arm. There was a drip going into his other hand, but it didn’t seem to be any drugs, just water. He lifted his right arm, which had a cast on it, to his forehead, where there seemed to be stitches from one end to the other. He looked down to his legs, and one was propped up on cushions, but there was no bandage, just a bit of swelling.

'Do you remember anything that happened last night, Harry?' the nurse asked.

'Where’s Zayn?' Harry asked sitting up, only to find himself groaning in pain and falling back onto his bed, 'What happened?' he asked desperately, clips of last night flashing in his mind.

'You were car crashed, Haz, Zayn smashed through the wind screen and...' Louis begun, hesitating as he looked at Niall.

'Hes in a coma with brain damage'

-o-

'Please wake up Zayn...' Harry whispered, his head rested next to Zayn’s.

He'd been shown to Zayn’s room, after having all the machines detached from him, plus he’d had to come up in a wheelchair, they said his ankle needed some rest while he was here.

'Please..' Harry whimpered.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of Zayns neck, wishing he was awake to hold him.

He sighed, he wasn't going wake up, at least not any time soon.

Tears started to run down Harry's cheeks without him even noticing. Mostly because of Zayn, but partly because of the broken arm he had, stitches above his left eyebrow and stitches on his leg. He'd come out pretty bad, more injuries compared to Zayn, but Zayn was classed under 'critical' injuries.

'Happy anniversary babe...'

Harry could feel his eyelids getting heavy, and he didn't try and stop himself from falling sleep, and he did in the end, keeping hold of Zayn.

-o-

It had been three days and Harry had been let out of hospital and he, Louis and Niall went home to their flat, Liam had to go visit Danielle, his girlfriend.

Zayn had made no difference in his situation, he'd got no better, but thankfully he'd not got any worse.

Harry visited him every day, telling him things that had happened in his day, which wasn't much, or recalling old memories to him. Sure, he got funny looks holding a boys hand and kissing his cheek all the time in a hospital, but he didn't care.

One time a man stopped at the head of Zayn’s bed and grimaced at Harry kissing Zayn.

'What? I'm gay, kill me' Harry said defensively, and the man walked off sniggering.

Harry was sat at Zayn bedside for the fourth day, squeezing his hand for comfort as the nurse inserted some drugs through the tube in Zayn’s hand, just invade he could feel it.

The nurse smiled at Harry after she'd done it, 'Is he ok?'

'Yes, he's doing just fine' the nurse squeezed his shoulder, 'Doctor Mills will be coming over soon, he needs to talk to you'

'Ah, Harry, how are you doing lately?' Doctor Mills beamed, his eyes sparkling behind his round, brass rimmed glasses.

He shook Harry's hand, he had been Harry’s doctor too from the days before, so they knew each other quite well.

Harry smiled sheepishly, 'Good… so what did you want to talk to me about?'

The smile from Doctor Mills face quickly faded away.

'I've been monitoring Zayn’s condition, and there seems to be a problem'

Harry raised his eyebrows, resting his arm on my both knees, his hands clasping together.

'When we wakes, he may be different'

'How so?'

'He may develop a stamina, may lose some of his memories,' the Doctor paused,  'which can easily come back,' he added quickly, 'or have some paralysis, he may have to be in a wheel chair,'

Harry was speechless; he hardly knew what to say, 'Permanently?'

Mills gave him a sad smile, 'Indefinitely. I could be completely wrong, though, he may not be affected at all, or it could be in another way.'

'Ok...' Harry shook his head in disbelief, brushing his curls from his face with his stiff, broken arm, which was still in its cast.

A mumbling came from behind them and they both shot from their chairs. It was Zayn.

'Zayn!' Harry fell to his knees beside Zayn’s bed and grabbed his hand, which he pulled away instantly.

Zayn’s worried gaze was fixed on Harry as he pushed himself up the bed, as far from Harry as possible.

'Who the fucking hell are you?'