Shades Of Styles

Coma Part 6

Harry's POV

(The accident) 

Fear rushes through my body as my mind processes what I've just been told. There is no way this is true, this can't happen, things like this didn't happen in my life, to the people I loved.

As I rush through my office, my phone still in my hand, I get confused stares but I ignore all of them as I take the stairs down to the bottom floor, knowing that they are faster than the elevator.  I take the stairs almost 3 at a time and when I'm on the final floor I run out the door and to my car. By now, she's been pulled from the accident, so I need to get to the hospital as soon as possible. 

As I drive my mind is flooded with thoughts of what's happened. The person on the phone wasn't very informative. There was an accident, (Y/N) was in it, she was severely injured and being taken to the closest hospital. She was on her way to work when this happened, I know the one in the town we live in is closer than the one in the town she works in so I rush to that one. 

When I arrive, there's an ambulance with its lights and sirens on, many paramedics are rushing around and I can feel it in my chest that she's the person they're attending to. I ignore all the warnings from the surrounding people not to enter the area. 

And there she is, looking lifeless and broken on the gurney and it puts me to the ground as I grip on to a paramedics sleeve. My heart drops at the idea that this could be it and they could announce her dead soon. My poor girl, the love of my life, laying here, nearly lifeless and there's nothing I can do to fix it for her. 

(First connections) 

"You're going to be okay. I promise." I tell (Y/N), even though I know she can't hear me. Maybe I said it to myself, so I can have the belief that she will be. They said she was in a coma, that it was her body's way of protecting her from the trauma of the accident. There was no way of knowing when and if she would make it out of this. But they said the silver lining was that she wasn't brain dead, meaning her chances of coming out of it, would be great. There is no silver lining to this, she's in a coma. 

I hold her hand in mine, stroking the back of it with my thumb as I watch her breath. The fact that her chest is rising and falling as it should and the monitor isn't actin crazy has to be a good sign. I wish there was a way that I could know she was okay, mentally. I want to know what's going on inside of her mind, now. It must feel like a dream, playing through her head. I hope she's dreaming of something less dramatic. Maybe she's playing out life as if nothing bad has happened. 

I feel sleepy as I sit here but I know I can't sleep yet, not now. I lean back in my chair, letting go of her hand and placing my hands over my face, trying to rub the sleep away. Suddenly, I feel a small touch on the back of my hand and I wonder if her mother finally came in, I pull my hand away quickly but find the room to be empty. 

(Until the sun came up) 

Last night, I talked to (Y/N), well at least I think I did. It might have been a dream but it felt so real, I began to write down what she was saying to prove it to myself today. I've been anxious all day to go back to my office and see if the notes are really there. Though, at the same time, I've been so tired recently I could have been hallucinating it all. 

My heart beats faster as I leave the hospital, it always hurts me to have to leave (Y/N), though I know her mother is more than capable of watching her, it makes me anxious, to be away from her. Part of me is still hopeful that what happened last night was real, if it was some-how real, if she found a way to break the barrier than I'm not sure how I'll feel honestly. I thought id be happy about it but thinking about it now, what if its because she's a ghost, not just a spirit detached from her body? That means that she's dead, I couldn't handle that thought.