I woke up, this time remembering what happened previous.
Or was it just a dream?
My head began to pound more. I groaned loudly and held it in my hands.
A nurse rushed in. She gave me a pill and a glass of water. I looked up.
"Bernadette," I croaked out, pleased. She giggled, then smiled.
'Hey, Harry. Um, this pill is for treating any sore spots, which I see is your head at the moment,'she trailed off, sympathetically looking at my hands, that rested on my forehead.
I struggled out a "yeah".
She continued to inform me. " We know why you have a bad illness, as well as why you fainted a few months ago. I can tell you now, but your family is waiting out side, and I recommened finding out together."
"Wow," I scratched out, baffled. "That serious? Alright then. Send them in, Detty." She nodded and went to get them.
Soon, The room was full, and people were throwing sympathy and questions at me, left and right.
Bernadette helplessly tried to calm me mum, step father, Catherine, and Charlie down. I tried to help. It was hard, since my voice was reduced to a bare minimum, but it got the job done. Everyone looked at me, but I pointed at Bernadette, directing their attention to her.
Det cleared her throat, "Okay," she trailed, nervously. She looked down at her clipboard with red cheeks. "So, we found out why Harry has been obtaining bad illnesses, as well as fainting. It's a condition." My step dad's whispers to my mum fell quiet, leaving the room awkwardly silent.
Bernadette cheeks burned with more Crimson. "Well, the condition is called," she paused, looking down at her clipboard and read off the illness. "Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. It has the symptoms Harry has been show as well as many more. There written here, so if you please come with me, I can give you a copy of all the information necessary."
My step dad and Charlie followed Bernadette out, as my mum ran over and clung to my side.
"My poor baby!", she exclaimed. "Calm down, Mum. It's not too serious at least. It seems, from the name, I just have to work on my posture a bit more. Kind of strange cause I always sit up, but whatever."
"No, that's not good enough, Harry. I'm going to have to tape a rod to your back," my Mum joked. We all chuckled, including Catherine, who I forgot was still in the room.
I called out, with a squeak, to her. "Cat." She rushed over, touching my forehead. I saw me Mum looking at me with eyes full of concern.
"What is it, Hare?" I grabbed her arm.
"Could," I coughed. "Could you get the nurse. Not the nurse we just met, but another one," I struggled out, coughing again.
She raised a questioning eyebrow, confused. Nevertheless, she agreed and left.
"Harry?" My Mum looked at me curiously. I shrugged.
Soon, the door of the room opened again and in came Catherine with the nurse I saw previous to Bernadette.
I trembled in the bed, scared to ask. "Yes, Harry Styles, what did you need to tell me?", she asked sweetly.
I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it, processing on what to say.
They all stared in anticipation, waiting for what I had to ask, seeing as it must be weird or important.
"Before," I started, my voice scratching out. "Before I woke up to Bernadette, the other nurse," I took a breath, only talking directly to the nurse before me.
"Did I wake up before hand, and chase two lads?", I finally asked.
The nurse pursed her lips, and twiddled her thumbs. She must've hoped I didn't remember.
"Well," she started, with a thick Irish accent, that I've never noticed.
"Yes, that did happen, sort of." I raised an eyebrow.
Continuing, she said. "Well, from my point of view, I saw you dashing through the lobby and into the lot. I followed after you, after running to the nearest room and grabbing a sedation needle. When I got outside, I saw you on the ground and took that as my opportunity to sedate you. I hadn't seen any lads in front of you. It seemed you were running to oblivion."
I looked down, ashamed and confused.
Seeing Louis, and Carlos, was it all an illusion? Fake? No, it couldn't be fake. It looked so real.
I wanted to cry right there. Then again, if it was all fake, maybe if I checked Louis' room for him, it could almost guarantee if I saw him or not.
"Harry," my mum said sternly. I blinked away the tears and looked up.
"Apologize to the nurse for making her go through all that trouble." I just blinked at her, dumbfounded.
"Now," she spoke sternly once again.
I turned to the nurse. She stood there, shuffling from foot to foot, awkwardly. "Yeah," I whispered, still in a thoughtful phase.
She looked like she was about to speak, but she just closed her mouth, nodded ever so slightly, and rushed out.
Catherine followed behind, knowing what was to come. I could see when she opened the door, that Charlie and my stepdad were about to enter, but gladly, she shooed them away.
"Harry. Are you insane? You woke up and ran like a crazy lad? How could you even do that?", me Mum yelled, but not too loud.
"Mum, I swear I saw Louis. Yes, the Louis, along with his boyfriend." I cringed at the word.
"Harry, that's crazy talk! Maybe you are insane? I mean, how could the Louis bloke you've been seeing even be up? It hasn't been too long since you've told me he's awake! Also, even if it was Louis, why on earth would you think to run out like that? You could've easily found him later on, somehow," she fumed.
"I, I know. I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't of acted so insane." I quit trying to win over me mum.
"And another thing! 'Yeah'? Really Harry? You call that an apology?", she continued to argue.
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Sorry for the short chapter! <3
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