Escape His World (H.S 1D)

Chapter 8: Just a Patient

Angela's POV

The night was dark and my mood was depressed. I simply could not fall asleep. Images of my dad fighting for his family against his fellow soldiers scarred me. There are some images you simply cannot unsee. I was jolted out of my thoughtful state with grunting and yelling coming from Harry's room. I threw on bathrobe and ran down the hallway. I opened the door and saw Harry tangled up in his sheets, shivering .

"Harry! Harry!" I yelled frantically. His shivering got worse and his eyes popped open. They were completely blank. There was something wrong. "Harry, Harry, please wake up!" I sobbed. He started mumbling words that I could not make out. His lips started turning blue. I ran to the phone and called 911. 10 minutes later I was in an ambulence, holding Harry's freezing hand, praying that he would be ok. How could something like this happen?

Harry's POV

I was cold. That was all I could register. Angela's face, and my shiveriing body. My vision was fuzzy and my mind was not functioning. I wasnt sure where I was or what was happening. I never understood confusion or misery until now. I hated seeing all that worry in Angela's eyes. Her hair was messy, just like when I first saw her mourning her father's death. But she was still beautiful.

Angela's POV

The scariest part were his unblinking, blank eyes. I stayed with him in the room, I stayed with him unitl the nurses had to tug me away. I fought back trying to yell Harry's name. It didnt strike me until later how similar this situation was to my father's when he was informed of my mother's death. It was 2 am, it was too early. Too early. I lost the fight as I was lead to the waiting room.

"does he have any family we can call?" A kind looking nurse asked hurriedly.

"I......I.....Yes, he has a father." I said slowly.
"May I ask the patient's name?" The nurse follow upped.
"Harry styles" I said confidently. His name was the only thing j felt confident about. I didn't know my mother, Louis, my dad, hell, I don't even know myself anymore. The nurse nodded and left me in the cold, lonely waiting room, where my only company were a box of....children's books and novels. I shivered slightly. I couldn't even look at another box of books again.