Honey
"Wait what-"
I heard Harry huff before speaking back up.
"What did I say. Shhhh. Just listen and stay still."
He scolded before I heard Harry take another shaky breath before he started again.
"There's a very private hospital for VIPs in London. AHI is getting a wing and part of a building. I want you to come work for me as a physical therapist there, mainly for football players. But for our football, not your type of football, so you'll need to do a little research, but it's basically the same injuries."
Harry was quiet for a few minutes.
I didn't know if he lost his train of thought or what.
But then I realized that he had turned the mic off because I heard a click and then his soft voice.
"Love, we're going to take a few more pictures then we'll get you out of there. But for now, I will continue talking about the hospital."
I slowly took a breath in and out.
I just listened to Harry's sweet and gentle voice.
His voice sounded like honey.
I didn't hear half of what he was saying, but I just thought I would listen to his voice and relax, instead of freaking out about my future and all the questions I have.
Maybe I could just take a nap.
I'm kinda tired.
"Jasmine?"
"Jasmineeeeee?"
"Dr. Korasick."
Oh. Harry is calling my name.
His voice sound so authoritative.
I've never heard him say something so authoritative or bossy, for that matter.
"I can't answer you, remember."
"Well now you can since your scans are done and I'm pulling you out, but I guess you didn't hear that."
Oh. Ouch.
Even more bossy.
I felt the bed move out of the machine.
Dr. Styles was right next to the bed, looking down at me, almost glaring.
When did he suddenly become so angry.
"Did you hear anything I said?"
He began to take off the coil and help me sit up.
I shook my head, seeing his face full of disappointment.
"I need to perform another surgery. Your brain bleed isn't resolving like it should be. I have to go in and fix it."
Well that was disappointing.
I can see why he's so angry.
He tried to help me and it didn't work.
But mistakes happen and he can fix it.
"I also should fix it before I go to London, depending on whether or not you come with, I will still be going and want to make sure you get the best possible care before I leave."
Dr. Styles picked me up off of the bed and set me down in the wheelchair.
"So what do we do now?"
"Well I am going to take you back to your room. Book the neuro OR for as soon as possible. We'll talk about some stuff now that you're able to make you're own decisions and not unconscious like before. Then when I make sure you're good, a nurse will take you to pre op and I will go make sure the OR is all set up for you and then I will see you right before you go under."
I can't imagine that I'm going to have another surgery.
Another brain surgery, done by Harry freaking Styles, the head honcho of AHI.
Dr. Styles quickly walked to my room, I think he was nervous.
I mean I would be nervous too if I was about to perform surgery on me, especially since the first time didn't work.
"So Dr. Styles, why didn't the first surgery work?"
I asked as he picked me up bridal style and laid me down in bed, watching the wires and disconnecting me from everything, except for my IV.
"Harry."
He corrected me as he rolled a computer into the room and started typing and doing something on there.
"Well Dr. Harry Styles you are about to poke at my brain again and I am slightly nervous and getting more nervous as we speak."
That stopped Harry, he looked away from the computer and right at me.
His gorgeous orbs watching my facial expressions.
"Dr. Jasmine Korasick, I thought you would have trusted me by now."
"What? I do trust you, Harry. You've poked around in my brain once, and are about to do it again. You're the best. I completely trust you."
"If you trust me, then why are you so nervous?"
"Because I get nervous. This is my first big surgery where I will be conscious enough to remember all the way up until I'm under."
"Not if I have anything to do with it." He mumbled as he focused back to the computer.
