Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Six

Harry

Have you ever experienced this feeling of being in the dark? Like literally. That feeling when everyone knows what's going on, except for me.

Florence was taken away about ten minutes ago and I've been pacing these hospital floors as my mind kept thinking back.

Florence fell into my arms as I called out for a doctor. "Flo, can you hear me?" I begged silently, trying my best to hide my tears from everyone around here.

Doctor Paulsen ran into the room as a few nurses took my wife from my grasp. Her unconscious body was placed on a stretcher and before I knew it, they were talking to each other as my mother and I followed them into the ER.

"Doctor, what's happening?" I desperately asked, quick footsteps following behind the wheels of Florence bed. "Doctor?"

"Mr. Styles," Doctor Paulsen turned on her heel, looking me in my eyes. "I'm gonna figure out what is happening to your wife. Right now, I need you to sit over there and wait until I figure out what is going on."

"No, I'm coming with, I want to know what's going on with my wife," I said, following the wheels and nurses until Doctor Paulsen held me back.

"Harry," She snapped, annoyed by my determination. "You can't come in, it is against our rules. Please, just let me run some tests. I'm sure we'll be done in less than half an hour to give you more information."

30 minutes she said. Now it's been 10 and I can't stand it any longer. How am I going to survive this?

"Harry, you need to calm down," My mum softly told me, her hands reached for my arm to pull me back but I couldn't. I couldn't relax, nor could I sit down. I need to know what is happening to my baby and my wife.

I glared at my mother in return, something I rarely did but right now I couldn't help it. "I can't," I snapped, my hand raking through my curls and pulling at the ends, hoping this pain would take away the stress.

I hate waiting rooms. The television is playing to help you get your mind off of things but it doesn't help. People are sitting here, their mind is not set on watching television. Their mind is set on knowing what's up.

Only yesterday we were baby shopping and now I'm staring at these white walls, going crazy over what is happening to my wife and my child.

It went on for more than 30 minutes and after 45 minutes I had finally lost my mind. I had found the courage to sit down, but my knee kept bouncing up and down until Doctor Paulsen emerged. "Finally," I muttered under my breath, quickly standing up.

"Florence is awake, you can see her," She simply told me and I nodded as I followed her down the hallway and to the room where my wife was laying. "What's going on?" I asked Dr Paulsen while we were passing the several doors.

Doctor Paulsen was looking uneasy between the door and me. "Go in, I'll be there in a minute to tell you what's going on."

I silently nodded, my mother stayed behind, telling me I should be going in alone and that's exactly what I did. "Darling," I whispered, my feet quickly stepping forward. I stepped towards her, my palm landing on her cheek as I saw her tired eyes. "Are you alright?"

"I will be," She told me, a soft smile on her lips. "Have they told you what's going on?"

I shook my head, asking her the same. "I haven't either. I'm scared, babe," She muttered. Before I could answer her, Doctor Paulsen knocked on the door, opening and stepping in. This time she held some papers in her hands, reading over them as she walked into the room, calmly.