I'm Not Hopeless Just Helpless

Chapter #14

Harry's Point of View

Four Days Later

Oh my God! Everything hurts. I thought breaking my foot on stage hurt. Nope, this hurts worse. My back is killing me, my head hurts, my chest feels like a truck has been parked on it. Breathing heavily, trying to keep remain calm as I try to understand what the hell happened to me and where the am I? I try to move only to hiss in agony. Why can't I swallow? Why is everything dark? I try to move again but this time I feel something grab my hand and press something rough but at the sametime soft to my temple as soon as the warmth leaves my temple I try to move my head in order to chase the sensation. I hear a wet chuckle and the sensation returns and stays longer. I feel myself relax holding onto whatever is in my hand. Then I hear movement, and someone is talking to me but the thing in my hand is no longer there making me whimper. I try to reach for that comfort. I must have found it because suddenly I'm calm. I need to keep this warmth close, so I pull my hand into my chest and hold it tight, refusing to let go. I hear the wet chuckle again

"How is he doing that? I have never in all my years as a medical professional career, have I seen a patient do that. He is seeking you out. Nothing should make sense to him right now, but he is seeking you. Move again." I feel the warmth gently pull away again or should I say try to. I'm not letting it go. Hell no!

"Louis why aren't you moving?" I hear a lot more voices join in the wet chuckle.

"I did Doc, Hazzabear gripped me tighter." I feel a soft sensation against my temple again, this time though I moved my free hand and reached out, my hand came into contact with what felt like a shirt and I pulled it, but nothing happened, I let a quiet sound of frustration before tugging again, harder.

"Baby why don't let you let the doctor remove the breathing tube first than I'll cuddle you. I'm not letting go of your hand, but I do need to move out of the good doctor's way. Okay love?" I don't move another muscle, choosing to listen to the angelic voice, though I am still hold tightly to the warmth that I've attached to my chest. It was at point a random tugging sensation started. I flinched away and tried to escape, cringing as the tugging continued. I gag and whimpered, holding onto that warmth so tight that I thought I heard something crack which made me panic.

"Shhhh Hazza, just cracked me knuckle is all. You'd didn't break anything. I promise. You've got to relax okay." And just like that it was it was over; I could breathe again. It felt amazing but eyes still felt like they've been super-glued shut. I couldn't open them.

"Mr. Styles don't force yourself. You have been extremely ill and body needs time to recover." I didn't reply instead I tried again to pull that angelic voice closer to me. I heard laughter echo as the warmth came closer and eventually I was encased in it.