It's Always Been You [h.s.]

Part Six

I tried to open my eyes but it was really hard to do because I felt like I had been sleeping for years. A bright, painful light practically blinded me.

I noticed something in my nose that helping me breathe. I glanced down at my arms and saw the IV tube sticking out of the crook in my elbow. My eyes swept around the room and captured a machine that measured my heartbeat and a tube that sent oxygen into my nose. I knew I was in hospital because I had been here for a hundred times.

I was about to call someone but my throat stung and I could barely move my body. I moaned then someone opened the big white curtain around me and I saw it was my mum. She came closer to me, being followed by my dad and my doctor. Bet she had been bawling her eyes out because it swelled.

"Oh, my sweetheart!" she cried. "You're awake!"

"Mum..." I rasped when she hugged me tightly.

My dad held my hand. He looked really worried. "You've been in a coma for 2 weeks, honey."

My eyes widened. "I have?"

"Yes, dear," my doctor said. "You've got pneumonia."

"We found you faint at the park. What were you doing there?" my dad asked. His face became serious.

A disappointed feeling washed over me. I bit the bottom of my lip as I swallowed. My tongue got tied. I didn't know I had to tell them the truth or not, but I didn't want my dad to beat Harry up if I told the truth even though Harry had mentally hurt me a lot.

"Was it because of Harry?" he went on after a moment I didn't say anything.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I tried not to cry.

"You didn't go out with him that night, did you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it, Dad," I said again through my teeth.

I bit my lip again. I didn't want to remember that night. That was the worst one I'd ever had. I turned my head. I didn't want everyone to see my tears. I didn't even want to cry again. I was tired of it. I bit my lip harder I could feel it bleed.

My mum rubbed the top of my head. I turned to face her and saw her eyes filled with tears. "Sweetheart, we need to talk to you."

All of a sudden, everyone became more serious. I felt uncomfortable. I looked at my mum, then my dad, then my doctor, and back to my mum. My stomach flipped.

"Um, yeah..." I said slowly. "What is it about?"

My mum opened her mouth, about to talk, but then she paused and covered her mouth as her tears rolled down her cheeks again. My dad pulled her closer and hugged her. I got a very bad feeling now.

"Mum, dad, what is it about?" I demanded, my voice breaking. A muscle under my eyes twitched. My chest throbbed with despair.

My parents shot my doctor a look. My doctor was silent for a moment before she finally nodded understandingly. "Dear," she started but then she paused, seeming like she was trying to find the best words to say. Seconds later, she eventually cleared her throat then opened her mouth.

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(to be continued)