Nightingale

eighteen

It's been another 3 days since I first woke up in this white hospital room. Callie went back to LA yesterday since she couldn't get the time off. She really didn't want to leave but I reassured her that I would be fine since Harry was with me. Speaking of him he hasn't left my side once since I woke up. Callie kept saying that he never slept in the hotel room that he got for them.

Harry is still sleeping since it's fairly early. One of the nurses brought in a cot for him to sleep on which I'm thankful for because I reek. I'm currently just waiting for my discharge papers so I can get the hell home. The first thing I'm doing when I get out of here is showering. A nice long and scalding hot shower. The police wouldn't let me rinse off because I'm considered evidence still.

Zayn died 2 days ago in his sleep. Is it bad that I kinda wished he suffered? I lightly nudge Harry's shoulder to wake him up.

"Morning sleepy head." I smile at him when he flips me off.

"Morning." He groans as he stretches. I've come to find out Harry has a really odd sleeping schedule. He either sleeps all night or doesn't sleep at all.

"I'm just waiting for my discharge papers then we can leave. I don't have any clothes but the nurse said she would bring me some scrubs to wear." I'm still sore and beat up but it should calm down in about a week.

"There's no need, Callie grabbed some clothes for you before we came down. I grabbed them from the hotel after you fell asleep last night."

"Thank you." I look towards the duffle bag sitting in the chair by the door.

The nurse comes in and tells me to take ibuprofen every 4 hours to keep the pain down and not to exert myself physically. I'm unhooked from all of the machines and I thank the nurse for her help. I am sitting on the left side of the gurney with my feet hanging over the edge. My ribs are a sore and breathing still hurts but on the bright side my headache has subsided.

Harry brings the duffle bag over and sets it down next to me so I can grab my clothes out from it. He turns around to face the wall as a way to give me some privacy. Harry's seen my bare ass a lot these past 6 days in the hospital so at this point I don't really care if he sees me completely naked.

I reach behind me to untie the small straps near my lower back causing some pain but I push through it. When I reach up to untie the straps by my neck is when I curse under my breath from the pain. I let out a big sigh and try not to be stubborn. I have to remind myself that if you need help there's nothing wrong with asking for it.

"Um Harry, can you untie me please?"

Harry whips around quickly and reaches his hand out for me to take. I am already pushing my pride aside by asking him to untie me so i don't grab his hand and I slowly stand up. Harry reaches a hand around my neck and tugs one of the strings completely undoing it.

"I'm probably going to need help getting dressed too. My ribs are fucking killing me."

"I don't get why you don't just ask for stronger pain killers." Harry states while grabbing out a pair of leggings and a cropped tank top. Harry slides off the hospital gown but keeps his eye contact on my face.

"Harry, I'm a drug addict I think that alone answers your question." I raise my arms slightly sucking in a deep breath while doing so. Harry slips the tank top onto my body carefully and makes sure to be gentle around my head.

"So they could've at least given you some morphine." Harry leans down to slide my underwear up my legs. I'm pretty sure he took a little longer than he needed to for that part but I'm just glad he's helping.