Brown Eyed Girl

Chapter 5

CLAIRE'S POV

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What was the horrible noise? I tried to open my eyes to see where I was and what was going on, but they felt like they were glued shut. I heard a door open, and someone came and sat down next to me. Then, a hand intertwined itself with mine. Who is that? What's happening?

"Claire, I know you probably can't hear me, but I just wanted you to know that I miss you." Harry. "Please, wake up soon. I just have to know you're okay. I want to be able to have fun with you, to spend time with you, to do everything. Please wake up, because I'm not me without you." By now, he was full on sobbing. I hated hearing him cry, because he shouldn't be upset. He should be happy. I'll be fine. If only I could open my eyes.

"Please." That's all it took. When I heard Harry beg like that, my eyes flew open, and I saw the curls that define Harry.

"Harry." My voice was raspy, most likely because I haven't had anything to drink in a while. Harry's head snapped up and he looked at me. I smiled at him, and his face showed pure happiness.

"CLAIRE." He jumped up and started doing a silly dance. Then, he stopped, and looked at me with a serious expression on his face. "Never ever do that to me, ever again. I thought you were going to die." He walked over and sat back down next to me. I wish he would've held my hand again, but he would never like me like that, so of course he wouldn't do that. If only he knew that I was falling for him, but then we wouldn't be the same. I don't want anything to come between us, especially if it's my own emotions. So I'll just keep them hidden. Harry jumped up and ran out of the room, leaving a very confused Claire behind. Then, he walked right back in, this time with a doctor.

"Hello, Miss Ryan. It's nice to see you awake this morning."

"Was I not awake yesterday?" I'm very confused...

"Harry brought you in 3 days ago. You've been in a coma ever since." Wait. WHAT?

"I'VE BEEN IN A COMA FOR 3 DAYS?"

"Yes, Miss Ryan. You have 3 broken ribs, and lots of bruises on your stomach. You also had to have your appendix removed." I looked at Harry to see if it was true, but he was staring at the ground.

"Harry? What happened?" His head snapped up and he looked extremely worried.

"You don't remember?"

"No? All I remember is playing Gender Wars, and then waking up here. "Harry, you're worrying me."

"Claire, there's no easy way to say this. After we left the club that night, we took the elevator to our floors, and you walked to your room by yourself. On the way, Bryce kidnapped you, and took you to his room. I'm not sure what happened that night, but the next morning, after I found out you were missing, I went to Bryce's room where he was abusing you. I'm so sorry, Claire, this is all my fault. I should've walked with you, you would've been okay, but I just let you go off on your own. I'm so sorry." Harry was crying by now, and I just wanted to give him a hug, but no, I was stuck in this hospital bed. GAH. It wasn't even his fault!

"Harry, shut up. It's not your fault I'm a stubborn little me, is it? I'm going to be just fine, I won't be trapped here forever! Then we can party up on deck 11! Woo!"

"Oh yes, Miss Ryan, you can leave whenever you are ready. Just make sure you change your bandages every morning and night."

"Thanks, doc. Does that mean I can leave now? I've got places to be, people to see! Well, not really, but you know what I mean."