Our Moment

Part 18

"I αm coming bαck."

What? He's coming bαck? What was that? I think Harry just said something. I turned to Harry, but he was looking at me the same way. What was that? I felt it, tears filled my eyes. What was going on? I saw him.. He was slowly sweating and then I touched his hands, and they were burning. What? Harry ran to us and looked into my eyes.

'He's coming back.'

But I think.. I was done. Cause, I haven't believed him. I fought for him, for our love and the nurse said he's dead. For me, he's dead. Not living. I can't understand it.. What's going on?

'No he's not coming back.'

I mean, I waited 6 hours, and he didn't wake up.
The nurse came to us.

'Something is wrong with our patient. I think.. He's waking up.'

Niall turned right, left and then he hitched all his muscles..
Suddenly, he jumped up. He started to breath fast, and he screamed Haley. Αm I dreαming? Harry ran to him, and shouted 'Haley he's living!', but as he is letting me go, I'm falling down.
Slowly, everything was turning black. Hearing everything inarticulate and your mind is slowly giving up.
Can't think about.. Anything.

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My body is hurting. I can't jump up.. I feel like I'm tied on something. My mind.. Is so empty. I think time to open your eyes.

'Hello?!' I screamed, cause I looked on a wall.

Someone was coming to me..
It was Harry.

'Haley? Are you okay?'

'I don't know.'

'Haley good news!'

'And that is?'

'Niall woke up!' He said and smiled at the same time.

'Harry, don't tell me bullshit. When are we going home?'

'Haley, I'm not telling bullshit! Come and see!'

'I can't get out of bed.'

Wait. I'm tied on my bed.

'HARRY WHY AM I TIED ON MY BED?!'

'I'm telling you everything later! Wait, I call a nurse!'

The nurse came to us.

'She can't get out of bed, she's a neuropath.'

'I'M WHAT?!? I'M NOT A NEUROPATH! LET ME OUT OF BED!! SOMEONE HELP ME HARRY!'

The nurse went away.

'Harry please, help me. Slash it. Harry please I'm not a neuropath, you know that. Harry? I'm not sick. Harry, you're believing me.. Or not?! HARRY PLEASE YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND!!'

He said nothing and slashed it with a scissors.
We slowly arrived at a door, and oh, he's not in the intensive care unit anymore.

'Haley. You can do that. I'm coming with you. After a while, I'll leave the room. Ok?'

'I don't know.'

He opened the door.
I entered to the room, and everything I saw, was a Niall with scratchers in his face.

I looked at Harry, looked at "Niall". Then at Harry, then again at "Niall".

First I touched Harry's face.. To realize everything. And I'm still thinking, it's a dreαm. This can't be real. I mean, I know, it isn't reαl. Or I'm just hallucinαting.

Then I went over to him. I sat on the bed, and relished my dream. I had tears in my eyes. I touched his face, and he winced. I can feel his soft face, his lips, his beautiful eyes.. His breath and his blond hair.
Everything is looking so real.