I Love Him

The end.

"I am so...so...sorry."

I look down at my lap. I feel the tears. They're flooding my eyes.

"No." I whisper.

"I know, it's hard, but, he's gone."

I shake my head. "I don't believe you." I say sternly. Trying to fight back the tears, but failing.

"I'm sorry." Their voice is filled with sympathy.

"This is just a sick joke, and I'm going to come down to the hospital, and I'm going to see him. I'm going to see Harris, and he will be alive, and I will hold his hand, and we will hug." I explain harshly. "I'll be there in 20." I hang up the phone and throw it onto the floor.

"Stupid doctors." I mumble under my breath.

"Penelope? Where are you going?" Delilah asks from behind me.

"The hospital." I say, and I slam the door behind me.

I get into my car and start to drive in the direction of the hospital. I know, it is very dangerous for me to be driving, since my eyes are clouded with tears. I want to show myself that Harris is alive. I will do it. I will.

I run into the hospital and look at the elevators. The doors are closing. I'd have to wait for it to get back. I run towards the stairs and climb to Harris' floor.

I swing open the door to his room, and see him. His face is pale. The heart monitor is silent. The room is empty. I cover my face with my hands. I pull my hands down and try to wipe the tiredness, and the tears from it.

I open my eyes, and now, I see how real this dream is. I grab his hand. Nothing. I pat his cheek. Nothing. "Harris." I say sternly.

"Wake up." I whisper. "Wake up." I say a little louder. Pretty soon, I am screaming at him. Begging him, to wake up, to show me he is there. That he can hear me. That he can sit up, and hold me in his arms.

"Harris! Harris please!" I scream.

I hear the door open behind me. I'm sure it's doctors, coming to my 'aid'. They won't help.

They'll only make it worse.

I hear them mumbling things, but all I can hear are my screams.

"Don't leave me! Open your eyes! Wake up! Please! I'll do anything! Just wake up! Please! For me! Harris! Harris!" I scream at the top of my lungs, as the doctors struggle to pull me from the room.

"Harris!" I scream. I yell as loud as I can, between the sobs of pain.

"I can't live without you! Wake up! Please! Harris! Don't let them keep me from you! Harris!" I yell as the doctors push me into the elevator, and push the button for the first floor.

None of them are in the elevator with me. I don't blame them.

I wouldn't want to be in here with me either. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. Begging Harris to be alive. For him to hug me. For him to say my name. I want to hear him. I want to hear him say anything. Anything. I just want him to breath again. But, in the back of my head, I know it's not possible. My screams for him. My crying. None of it will help. None of it will bring him back. Nothing. Nothing will.

Ever.

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I open my eyes and scan my room. Delilah sits in the corner on my chair.

"Pen!" She exclaims. She engulfs me in a hug.