Okay, since I'm swamped with things to do, I'm just going to leave you with this and I will post the ending when i get the time.
Harry's POV:
I visited Diana every day, sometimes with Robbie, sometimes without. It upset him to see his mother like this. I honestly only took him because he kept asking to see her. I didn't want him to see her like this either.
"Hey Di," I said, taking her hand into mine, "Robbie is doing okay, but he really misses you. I miss you."
I took in a shaky breath as I tried to keep myself from crying. No matter how many times I saw her in this state, I could never get used to seeing her like this. It wasn't natural. She had always been the strong one. She would have been able to hold herself together if the tables were turned. I couldn't. I broke down quietly, kissing her lips repeatedly in an attempt to revive her.
"I'm so sorry, love. You have no idea how much I regret screaming at you that day," I said, sighing in regret. "Dammit. I messed up. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to really apologize. Fuck."
"I'm sorry, sir, but visting hours are over. I'm afraid you're going to have to leave," a nurse said, poking her head into the room.
I kissed Di's hand, whispering, "I'll be back soon, love."
Shakily, I stood up, hating the clock for making me leave her. I walked out of the room, giving her one last glance before turning into one of the hallways.
"Is she your wife? I've seen you with your son here sometimes," The nurse said, walking up next to me.
I wasn't sure how to answer that. "Well, err, it's complicated."
"Wait, aren't you Harry Styles?"
Shit. Wanker. Fuck. She's going to tell the press about Robbie and Diana will kill me.
"Um, err, um..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say.
"It's okay. I won't tell anyone. I knew Diana a little bit. One thing is for sure with her; she'd kill to protect Robbie. I get it. I have a little one of my own."
"Thank you," I said, sighing in relief.
"You know, it really does help her when you and Robbie come to visit her. I don't know what it is, but with these types of things, reminders of what's waiting back here helps the patient come out of the coma, somehow."
I sighed. "I need her. Robbie needs her."
"I get it. She is really in love with you, you know."
"Really?"
"Of course. Every time she took Robbie for a check up here, one of the little ones was always playing your music. She would never admit it, but it did make her happier to hear your voice."
I gave the nurse a half smile, somewhat comforted by the fact that she missed me as much as I missed her.
*1 Hour Later*
