Lost and Found || Punk H.S

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Andrea's P.O.V

Louis had Harry and I transfer hospitals today. Now I have to sit and talk with yet another doctor and listen to the diagnosis they give to me.

The things the last doctor said to me and made me think and talk about still ravage my mind. I was tearing myself up inside and I just let it all out last night. All the way from my left wrist to the top of my left arm. I got a few deeper ones on my right wrist before the nurse came in. The longer I did it, the deeper they got. It's horrifying really, what your thoughts can do to you.

I don't like to think too much about things. That's what happens. I get lost within myself and can never find my way out. All I did was cry while they wrapped up my arms the second time that hour, before Harry was wheeled in. Niall tried comforting me, and I feel bad for pushing him away, but I did. I didn't want to listen to what he had to say, I only wanted Harry. And the moment I saw him everything in my mind finally slowed down and all I thought of was his arms around me.

My heart stopped that morning, when I heard he almost died that night as well. I hopes it was an accident like mine and it was. Neither of us really know what happened last night. Our minds were reeling and the one thing that we knew could stop it was each other, but we couldn't have each other at that moment so we turned to our old coping devise. I'm not much inspiration to people out there. I can't believe I let myself get that deep into my own mind that I would almost kill myself, on accident this time.

The feeling of Harry's arms once again around me after that was perfect. Now I just have to get through the questions again. I'm sitting in my new hospital bed, Harry's room right next to mine, waiting for the nurse to come and question me. They do things differently here. A nurse will come in to question me, give the results to the doctor, and he will fully diagnose me from there and we will talk about the possible treatment tomorrow morning.

Everyone possible is sitting in the waiting room right now. Gemma and Anne are here after showing up at the last hospital and being confused about why we were no longer there. Niall, Louis, Liam, Zayn, Perrie, Eleanor, and Ray were here as well. That's pretty much everyone I know. Too be honest, I am completely glad Louis demanded that we were transferred. I was going completely insane, and I had seen Dylan visiting there when Harry was in the hospital. I really didn't want to risk it happening again.

The staff here seem very kind and caring, like real hospital staff should be in my opinion. The lady at the front desk had a nurse waiting for us. She had heard about our arrival and wanted to get the iv's switched out quickly so we could both lie down once again. They actually seem to understand us a bit more than the last hospital. They all know how truly physically weak Harry and I are, but they refuse to believe that we are emotionally or mentally weak. Amazingly they granted the request, made by Harry and approved by me, to have our rooms right next to each other. Harry is always allowed in my room, and I in his, unless mental tests are occurring. The nurse was concerned and sad when I turned down lunch but didn't argue with me for long. I said that I could not stand hospital food and own of our friends will get me something once the test is through with.

Only half of that statement was a lie.

Testing for both Harry and I will last half an hour, and it usually takes the rest of the hour for the doctor to fully diagnose two patients. Harry says he will be in my room the second after the results are given to us. For confidentiality reasons, we aren't allowed to both be present while the results are given to us, yet we are free to share between us whatever we'd like. Harry and I both promised to be fully honest with each other, realising honesty will help us understand what the other is going through and it will be easier to help each other through it.