Roots
Jasmine's POV
I woke up to a constant beep.
I slowly opened my eyes to see someone in scrubs sitting in a chair next to the bed, playing on his phone, but no sign of Harry.
I tried using the capabilities of my voice, knowing it was going to be scratchy.
"Where's Harry?"
I caught the person's attention.
"He just went on a walk, he'll be back in a jiffy."
"Who are you?"
I think that I would've known him if I've met him before.
"Nurse Louis, one of Harry's friends. How are you feeling?"
"Tired. My voice is super dry."
"What's that's because the-"
"-Intubation, I know."
"Yes right. You're also a doctor."
"Has Harry talked to you about London?"
What a random topic to start talking about as soon as I wake up from surgery.
"Yeah. Are you coming too?"
"I am, actually. That was the hospital Harry and I first started at. Niall, Liam and him all did their residencies there and I started my nursing career there. So it's kind of like going back to the beginning, but now it's turned into the VIP hospital in London, so it's mega different."
"So Harry is going back to his roots."
"Well yeah, but it's a much bigger opportunity now since they asked Harry if AHI could expand to this hospital. Any of us would be crazy to not take the job."
"Why?"
"Well you're working with the VIP patients in London, so that's the best of the best. Plus you get paid even more than you would here, since it's a private hospital. And I heard there might be a promotion in your future."
Nurse Louis stopped talking as soon as we heard the door open. The door let a small sliver of light enter the room before Harry closed the door, letting the room return to its comforting darkness.
Harry walked in, still in his OR scrubs.
His messy hair out of his scrub cap, creating a distressed mess of his curls.
He seemed stressed as he noticed Nurse Louis and I having a conversation.
Nurse Louis quickly looked at me before getting out of the chair that was next to my bed.
"You should definitely consider it, is all I'm saying." Nurse Louis said before walking out of my room and leaving me with just Harry.
"How did my surgery go, Doctor Harry Styles?" I asked, teasing him.
But as he walked closer to my bed and into the blue light coming from the machines, I could see his bloodshot eyes and flushed cheeks.
He looked like he had been crying.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, seeing his face soften a little.
"I'm supposed to be asking you that."
"Well obviously I'm okay, thanks to you." I said as Harry cautiously grabbed the edge of the seat next to my bad that Nurse Louis just recently left.
"So are you okay?" I asked him.
His grip tightened on the chair, causing his knuckles to turn white.
"Let me just do my exam." Harry said through gritted teeth.
What is up with him.
Harry grabbed his pen light as I stared into his dark green eyes, trying to figure out what happened to him.
My eyes were blinded by the quick flash of light.
"Follow my finger."
I continued to do whatever Harry asked me to do, not seeing his mood change in the slightest.
He finished exam and was almost done taking my vitals until I stopped him.
He was in close proximity to me as he listened to my heart beat.
His dark green eyes stared into mine.
"What happened to you?"
Harry didn't say anything as he typed on an iPad on my chart.
"Harry!"
I finally caught his attention.
I softly grabbed his face and made him focus to me.
"Are you okay? Am I okay? What happened?"
I let go of his face and he took a deep breath.
"I was just mad at myself for missing your bleed. It's all my fault you had to have another surgery."
"It's not your fault. You fixed it. You fixed me. And I thank you for that. It may feel like I have a concussion, but I know that I don't have a bleed because you saved me. Where's the brave and bold, Dr. Harold Edward Styles that I know?"
"Thank you, I needed to hear that." He said as his expression completely softened, looking at me.
I was about to make one of the biggest decisions of my life.
But I know I wanted to make Harry happy, and I know my decision would, even if I have to uproot my whole life.
I'm not even considering my alternatives or any factors, but I don't care I'm going to do it.
"I'll go to London with you, Dr. Harry Styles."
