I sit down next to Harry and look at him long enough that I find myself sleeping with my face in his large hand.
It's been a long night.
"Harry, can you hear me?" I whisper.
"You'll be okay.. I promise. I'm here.. I'll always be." I feel like I'm talking to myself but I still have an instinct that Harry could hear me.
The doctors walk in and give me the strangest look.
"Ms. Eleanor" Dr.Johnson walks in last.
"Yeah?" I wipe my face from my tears that have been falling since last night.
"We need you to step out for a second" He has a sad look on his face.
"Okay. I'm gonna go to my apartment quickly and get cleaned up a bit. Oh I'm a mess right now.. Inside out. Going though all these emotions" I say as I cover my face.
"That's very understandable Ms. Eleanor.. He's not in the best position right now."
"Yeah, yeah" I nod and sniff at the same time.
I grab my bag and phone and leave as fast as possible.
I want to stay by his side but sitting in a chair for more then sixteen hours hurts. What hurts even more is looking at him while he is in pain and I can't do anything about it but cry. I haven't cried like this since god knows how long.
I take a taxi to my flat. It's raining hard, seems like the skies are sad too.
I need to distract myself. I get in my apartment and throw my phone and bag on the counter. Taking a shower is the only idea I have in my mind right now.
I take a long hot shower and change into a light blue summery dress. Throwing my hair up in a top knot as usual, I hear someone knocking on my door.
I rush to open it. The knock doesn't seem so strange. It's Michael.
"Hey." I sigh and go inside.
"Why aren't you answering your phone?" He follows.
"It's been on silent. I must of not heard it."
"How come?"
"I've been with Harry in the hospital"
"Harry? Hospital?"
"Yeah. He got in a car accident" I can feel the tears coming through again.
"When? How?" He looks confused.
"Yesterday. I still don't know details myself.. He's in a coma"
"In a coma?" He steps closer to me.
"Yeah. I'm going back to the hospital"
"Why so soon? Harry won't notice!" He smirks and I can tell what is on his mind.
"Yeah he will" I say fast as I'm walking backwards. I trip on a stool.
"Oh come on"
"Look Michael. I don't have time for this I need to go now" I run passed him.
"Should I come with?" No, no don't.
"I suggest not. Harry was really pissed off at you"
"He's a goof ball" do you have mood swings as well?
"What the hell?"
"He always gets mad at me"
"Okay well I need to get going now. Why were you calling me?"
