Oblivion. (Haylor Story).

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Harry's Pov:

The events that went on during the past two hours were filled with worry. As I pace around this waiting room, I'll try to piece together the details for you.

I woke up to Taylor screaming, which sounded awful. I raced to her side, thinking she just needed comfort from a bad dream. I was shocked with the surprise that she was having a panic attack. I knew this was bad, something a hug couldn't cure. Before I could even wrap my mind around the fact that she was having an anxiety attack, she lost consciousness. I grabbed her phone from the bedside and quickly clicked on emergency call. There were a few rings before I heard someone else's voice on the phone.

"911, what is your emergency?" The man on the other side of the call asked.

"My- She just had a panic attack, I don't know what's going. She passed out-" I struggle to get out, my voice becoming crackly.

"Please tell us more information while we send help, what is her name? Age? Any pre-existing mental health conditions? Who else can we gain contact with?"

"H-Her name is Taylor Alison Swift, she's twenty-four. I think she had anxiety when she was younger- I don't know. Uhm- her parents aren't here, neither is any of her family. They're all at home in the United States."

"We're sending help, what is your location?"

"Boutique Luxury- it's a hotel. I'm not sure of this location."

"Okay, we're sending help. We're just going to use your telephone as a tracking device, so stay on please. Now while you wait, check her pulse. Is she still breathing?" He asks and I sandwich the phone between my ear and my shoulder. I take a deep breath before leaning down to check Taylor's pulse. I put my fingers against her neck and feel her pulse, slow but still beating. I then take a glance to her chest, and notice it was still moving up and down.

"She's still breathing, but her heart rate is slow."

"Okay, the ambulance is two minutes away. Open up the door and stand in the hall so they know which room you're in."

"Okay, thank you operator." I breathe and the phone goes silent, signaling that the call had ended. I shove her phone into my pocket and also grab mine. I hear footsteps thump down the hallway, quickly traveling towards our room. The door bursts open and a group of four paramedics rush next to Taylor. I was lightly pushed out of the way, which I was a little stunned with. The paramedics start to speak rapidly to each other, saying things I don't understand. One of the paramedics pulls a gurney into room and scoops Taylor off of the bed with ease. He walks to the gurney and lays Taylor gently onto it. After that, all I remember was riding in the back of the ambulance as they tried to revive her.

Flash forward to the present time, where I'm still pacing in the waiting room. It's around ten am, according the clock mounted on the wall. I called Taylor's parents as soon as we arrived earlier, they're flying in right now. I notice a doctor walking down the hall towards my direction. I stop and suck in a breath. He comes up to me and I wipe my sweaty hands onto my pants.

"Are you Harry?" He asks as I nod.

"Yes, how is she?" I ask urgently.

"We've got her stabilized and have an IV inserted to get fluids into her system. We do have one concern though, she is twenty pounds under weight. This is a huge issue, and we ran some tests and found our diagnosis. She has an eating disorder, which is what caused her anxiety attack. We're very concerned with that, because this is life threatening. We've been trying to keep her body from going into complete shock by inserting a feeding tube into her nose. Depending on how she reacts to this treatment this week, if it goes badly- she'll have to go to a rehabilitation center. We can plan that later, would you like to come back to see her? She's been awake for a little while now." He asks and I nod, not being able to form any sentences or even words. He leads me down the hallway to an elevator. After riding the elevator up three floors, we enter on the mental health ward. We walk down another hallway, before reaching a door.