-One Week Later-
I stared at the plain hospital wall infront of me. It was calming, to be honest. It was blank, nothing was wrong with it. I see my self as a blank wall, and all of my problems or characteristics are the paint or imperfections on the wall. Harry is like the beautiful artwork hanging from it, and my constant worry, my fear of everything, of harry leaving. That's all smears, scratches, and nicks scattered across the wall.
I was put on this earth to live my life and strive to be the best I can be. I hate having to let anxieties control me.
~
"Ms. Connors?" The nurse sweetly asked while knocking on the door.
"That's me." I reasponded.
"We're filling out your discharge papers now. We have a perscription written out for you. It's just a low dosage of Kolanopin. It should help with your symptoms. If you feel like the pills aren't helping, please don't hesitate to come back to see us." She read off with a smile.
"Okay." I knodded back to her.
"Do you have someone to bring you home, or would you like us to call you a cab?"
The team had to fly out to San Diego for their game today, so I was practically stranded in Wisconsin alone.
"Could you call me a cab to the airport?" I asked my nurse. I called Bill to see if I needed to buy my ticket before I left.
"It's Bill. How can I help you?" He sounded almost like a telemarketer.
"I'm great, Bill! How are you?" I said sarcastically.
"Is there something you need, Connors? I need to get back to the team." I sighed.
"I'm still stuck in Green Bay and I don't know how I'm supposed to be getting to San Diego."
"You don't need to be here. It's game day and Mike flew out plus we have a shadow from a local college."
"Oh, okay. Um, I guess I'll just buy a ticket home then."
"If you show your I.D. and ask for the ticket reserved under my name there will be a ticket to Boston waiting for you. Safe travels, sweetie."
"Thanks, Bill. Good luck today, wish the guys the best for me." I hung up the phone. Bill has never told me he didn't need me. It kind of stung a bit.
My cab was about 30 minutes away so after I packed my things I sat back down on my bed and dialed Harry.
"Hello?" Harry said in a panicked tone.
"Babe," I sighed, smiling into the reciver.
"What is it? Are you okay? You're in San Diego, right? I haven't heard from you in forever!"
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I'm still in Wisconsin." My voice gradually got smaller and smaller as I spoke.
"What?" Harry yelled. "You're still in the hospital aren't you?"
"Yeah, I just got discharged. Bill bought me a ticket home. It's game day so he said he didn't need me in San Diego."
"If I didn't have heaps of interviews planned for this week I would be in a taxi on my way to the airport to go get you but, I do so..."
"Where are you now?"
"Amsterdam and then Rome tomorrow, why?"
"Just wondering which place is stealing my boyfriend from me this time." I frowned to myself.
"You know i'd be with you if I could be." I could hear the sadness in Harry's voice and that's when I figured out a plan.
"My cab is outside, love. I'll call you before I leave. Alright?" I told him.
"Alright. Call me when you land in Boston!" Harry added.
"Okay, babe." I smiled. Boston, that's what you think.
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I'm always the one in and out of hospitals. I'm the one who's always crying. But Harry needs so much.
It took me awhile to see it clearly but he needs someone to remind him that he's okay. He needs someone to remind him that he's loved. I am so honored to be able to be that person. So much so that leaving him makes me physically ill.
