the moon [h.s.] - EDITING

sixty-six.

CHRISTMAS

He hardly slept. He checked on her, felt her cheeks and forehead for abnormal warmth, but she was fine every time. The things he had done to help lower her temperature seemed to work. The moment daylight fills his room, he's able to see her more clearly as she sleeps. Her chest rises then falls with every breath she takes. Her hands aren't as swollen as they were before but Harry notices her nose and cheeks are still red.

Harry reaches over to brush the strands of her hair away from her forehead. He lifts his hand off when she moves. "Hey," he whispers. He smiles slightly when her eyes flutter open. 

She takes in a deep breath and then winces when she tries to stretch.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah... I'm good. Just a little ache," she tells him. She then turns her head slowly to look over at him. "Hey," she says back.

He nods. He gets that her body might feel stiff. She doesn't look like she's in excruciating pain, thankfully, so he lets himself smile at her. "Merry Christmas," he says. "I can't wait to give you your present, babe."

"Merry Christmas! What did you get me?" She laughs.

"Something special... Do you think you'll be able to come downstairs and open it in front of my family?" He then asks. He sits up slowly.

"Yeah! Just give me a few? I have to stretch it out," she tells him and laughs a little.

"What can I do for you, baby?" He then asks.

"Uh, help me sit?"

Harry nods. "Of course," he says as he reaches for her arms. He then feels her hands grip onto her as he pulls her in a sitting position. He notices her hands are shaky against him. When she sits, she's able to turn her body to let her legs dangle off his bed. He watches as she begins to roll her shoulders back and forth.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I borrow a t-shirt?"

"Yeah," he says while she continues to stretch. He gets out of his bed and walks over to his luggage. He picks a clean and white t-shirt for her to wear.

She's rolling her wrist in small, slow, and circular movements when Harry comes back with the t-shirt. He sets the tee beside her. Luna then begins to tie her long hair up into a ponytail but then a frown forms on her face. She's struggling to twist the hair tie and get her hair through it. "Can you-"

Harry steps closer. He figures she doesn't have the strength to pull her hair through the band. He gladly does it for her before she gets the chance to ask. "Is that good?" He asks her. He uses his fingertips to brush down the flyaways after tightening the hair tie in her hair. He steps back after seeing his work. He smiles when he sees pure beauty.

"Perfect... Thank you again, Harry."

He doesn't need the thank you's, but he smiles at her anyway. He nods as he then watches her put on his tee.

She's finally able to get up on her own and pull on the pair of leggings that she wore the night before.

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After both of them had freshened up, Harry and Luna joined his family by the Christmas tree. He sits next to Luna on the floor. They each hold a cup of tea and he feels relieved to know Luna is able to hold her mug. She looks much better... He only hopes it stays that way.

"Harry, Luna! It's so lovely... Thank you," Gemma tells them after unwrapping their gifts to her.

"You like it?" Harry asks. He remembers seeing the pair of designer sunglasses. He instantly thought the cat-eye black frames were perfect for his sister.