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Take 35 - One Thing - Part 2

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“I really need to see him.” I looked up at Ludmilla, trying to look steadfast and determined.

“You can’t,” she muttered.

“Why not?” I sat up straight. “He’s here, isn’t he? It would take no time for you to take me to his room to talk to him.”

Ludmilla averted her eyes. “He’s with his family, and…” She paused.

“And what?”

“I tried to go over there to see how he was.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and I strained my ears to hear her. “I knew you’d ask about him. I met his family and friends there. They said”—she took a deep breath—“they said that he didn’t want to see either of us, and that if we tried to contact him, then they’d report us to the police.”

“What?” I whispered. I couldn’t believe my own ears. I had known that this whole lying thing would be a bump on the road, maybe even the end of us as a relationship. But… he couldn’t just deny me to see him, could he?

“I’m sorry, Cami…” Ludmilla walked over and placed her hand on mine. “I really am—I never intended for any of this to happen.”

“I…” Struggling to find the right voice, I looked out the window. “I think I need to be alone now. At least for a moment.”

She squeezed my hand lightly, and then she walked out of the room. The sound of her heels lingered in the air, and as I tried to collect my thoughts, I could feel a headache coming.

My head was spinning with confusion.

Harry was okay.

Harry didn’t want to see me again.

But Harry was okay…

It seemed that I was the only one who wasn’t. A teardrop fell on my hand, and I stared at the moist trail it left. We were supposed to be talking about this. He had to give me a chance, right?

Voices from outside the room caught my attention. I looked over just in time to see a doctor stride in with Ludmilla in tow.

“I told you,” my sister said. “She needs a moment.”

The man in a white coat looked between us. “Look, Ms. Hanson. I realize that you’re not used to the way we run things here in Europe. But this is a hospital, and I need to do my job.”

“It’s fine,” I muttered. There was no point in wallowing in self-pity anyway. “So, doc. What’s the verdict?”

He looked at me, unamused. “You have scrape wounds all over your right side. It will heal. We were able to retrieve the shards of glass embedded in your flesh, as well. However, we were concerned about your strong reaction to the sedative we gave you. We discovered some cardiac arrhythmias as a result of the medicine, hence the IV.” He looked at his clipboard. “It shouldn’t pose any risks now, though. But we recommend keeping an eye on any discomfort in the upcoming weeks.

“You have a sprained ankle. It would be best if you didn’t put your whole weight on it for a few weeks. If it starts to hurt or swell, keep it elevated.” He met my eyes. “Other than that, you’re good to go once we’ve changed the bandages on your wounds.”

I nodded at him and smiled. “Thank you, doctor.”

“Rest well, Ms. Hanson,” he said and left the room.

After he was gone, there was a profound silence between my sister and me.

“Cami, I—“

“Where’s Steven?” I interrupted her. “I need to tell him about all of this.”

“He’s downstairs somewhere.”

“Does he know everything? Did you meet him?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged. “He gave me a bit of shit-storm for the trick we pulled, but we’re cool now.”

I bit my lip. “While we were here there were sometimes…” I looked up at her, unsure if I should tell her. “He plays the father in the movie, and he sort of took on that role here, as well. It was… comforting.”

“I can see why,” she muttered. “He reminds me a bit of dad, as well. A young version, at least.”

“He scolds like him too,” I said with a smile.

Her laugh was contagious, and I cringed at the soreness when I began to shake with laughter, as well.

“You should rest,” she said. “There’s still some time before we have to meet the police.”

I nodded slowly and leaned back down.

“You know,” I muttered. “It’s funny. They say that there’s sunshine after rain—pleasure after pain and all that. But I—I don’t see that happening for me.”

She scooted a chair over beside me. “It will get better, I promise.”

“I really fell for him, Ludmilla.” Turning my head, I met her eyes. “Despite everything, the lies, the acting and all the warnings. I still fell so hard.”

“It’s only your first love,” she muttered, taking my hand.

“What if it’s not? What if it’s my only love?” My voice cracked. “I can’t believe he won’t see me.”

“And Zayn? Diana? David?” I asked. “Are they avoiding me too? Do you know?”

She nodded her head towards a small table with three bouquets. “Those are from them, they came by earlier.”

I released a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. Somehow, it made the pain inside of me a little more bearable that I hadn’t lost my entire on-set family.

“Do you think he’ll ever want to talk to me or see me again?” I averted my eyes, afraid to hear her response.

“Well, considering his current condition, it might just be too much stress. Besides, you’ll see each other at the premiere of the movie, right?”

I nodded. We would, but that would be months away. I didn’t think I could wait that long until I saw him again. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine him in my mind.

There was his curls, those wonderful bouncy curls that seemed to have a life of its own. And his dimples when he smiled. It occurred to me that if he really hated me now, then I might not be on the receiving end of that anymore.

With the image of Harry in my mind, I calmed down and finally succumbed to my own exhaustion.

A/N: I hope I can finish this chapter completely today. A few strings need to be sorted out. Also, the exciting news I mentioned yesterday? I sent out a broadcast about it. You can read all about it on my profile. :) Also, give this a vote, maybe?