Shades Of Styles

Coma part 7

Dark.

It's dark here...it consumes me as I try to fight against it but nothing works. Im no longer in the spirit world, something happened this morning.
I was watching Harry sleep as usual, on the bench in my hospital room. I had went to touch him but I felt myself being pulled back, darkness came over me and I've been like this for what seems like forever.
Death, that has to be what this is. I must be in the first stages of my dying. Though there's no bright light, like I had expected. Just blackness around me and I slight pain throughout my body.
There's a slight beeping in my head, it sounds like it's right next to me, I'm not really sure what it is.

I wait what seems to be a long time, until a butterfly lands on my forehead, or at least that's what it feels like. It only stays for a moment before whispering something quietly and flying away.
The beeping next to me becomes louder but steady and the pain in my body feels more like soreness.
I miss Harry now more than ever, I miss talking to him and being with him. He must be freaking out at this point, without my presence.
I wish I could have said goodbye one last time, if I would have known that would have been the last time I'd see Harry, I would have spent more time with him.
My eyes flutter a little as I notice a bright light in front of me, this is it.
I finally let my eyes fall open and I'm greeted by a ceiling, confusion flows through me until I look down and notice I'm in a hospital bed, in a room. Wires in my nose and wrapped around my finger.
I groan and look to my left to see my mother asleep on a chair next to me. Is this heaven? Or am I awake?
I try to open my mouth to speak but I just manage to groan.
My moms head shoots up and she looks at me, sleep in her eyes but they get wider as she notices me. Im awake?

"(Y/N)?!" She shouts as she stands up and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "Honey, I cant believe it." She cries into my shoulder. I'm overwhelmed with different emotions and memories.
She pulls away from me and examines my confused face.
"You must have so many questions." She sighs. "Let me get the doctor." She moves away from my bed and rushes to the door, letting to close haphazardly behind her.

My mind is reeling from the last 3 weeks. I can't believe I everything from them. I remember every conversation I had with Harry-Harry! I have to get in contact with him now. I need him to know I'm awake. I struggle against my bed, trying to pull myself up but the wires attached to my body keep me in place.
My mom rushes back into the room, with the doctor at her side. My moms eagerness to see me awake again makes me happier.

"Hello there. Seems you had a very nice long nap, huh?" The doctor laughs and I make no attempt to join in. My body has been in this bed for 3 weeks now, I just want out of it. "Well..." he clears his throat and looks at his chart. "I'm Dr. Darian, I can say on the behalf of my entire staff and myself, it's great that you've finally awaken. We're just going to run some tests now to make sure everything is running as it should be." He explains and I just nod.

"Mom, can you call Harry...please." I ask her, my voice groggy and quiet. Realization hits her face and her eyes widen.

"Of course! He'll be so thrilled!" She says excitedly and leaves the room, looking at her phone.

After the tests are over, I hear Harry talking to my mom outside before he bursts through the door. His entire face lights up when he sees me, sat up and awake.
I've been awake for about half an hour now and I have to be honest, his face is the one I was most excited to see again.

"Oh, baby." He cries out as he rushes over to me. He grabs my face pulling my mouth to his, our lips crush together. My hands land on his, as they stay on my cheeks. He pulls away and looks into my eyes as if he's trying to assess whether this is real or not.

"I'm here." I tell him in a whisper as I search his eyes further.

"You are." He cries. "Finally." He doesn't kiss me again but he stays in the same spot, placing his forehead on mine. We still like that for a moment before I remember what I wanted to tell him.

"I remember it." I say finally and his eyes open, looking at me he sits down. "I remember everything."

"What?" He asks and my heart drops. Does he not remember any of it? "Remember your accident?" He asks and as the words register in my head I can't actually recall that, it's the one thing I don't remember. I know that I was injured, that was made clear when I tried to move my leg but pain shot through and I yelped. They warned me not to move it until they were ready to put a cast on it.

"No, actually I don't remember it. What happened?" I ask him.

"First tell me what you do remember." He demands as he leans forward, grabbing my hand.

"Do you-not?" I ask. He shakes his head in confusion. "I was here, the whole time."

"(Y/N), what're you talking about? You were in the bed. Asleep. In a coma." He explains and I shake my head this time.

"No, I know that but my spirit-or my mind was awake. You and I were together." I tell him the confusion on his face makes me upset now. It wasn't real?

"I'm sorry, love I don't know what you mean." He apologizes. Tears well up in my eyes as realization hits. None of that was real. But it felt so real...of course it couldn't be real. That stuff doesn't exist. "No, don't cry. Please." He shoots up from the chair. He places a hand on my cheek and wipes my tears away gently.

"I guess it was a dream." I sigh. Of course it was, how could I be so stupid as to believe stuff like that could actually happen. Still, if I had to dream about something at least it was that.

"What did you dream about, baby?" He tries to smile at me as he sits back down, putting his hand in mine. I let out a sigh before explaining what I remembered. Talking to him, being with him, watching over him, Roger, talking with him until the sun came up.

"That sounds like a world I would want to be in, I wish that did happen. It would have been nice." He says with a huff at the end and looks down at our intertwined hands. "I can't tell you how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, Harry." I smile at him and he nods. I just can't get over how that was all fake. Nothing makes sense to me now.