That was then, This is now

I was slightly being pulled back to life again, a beep sound echoing in my mind. I felt a light pounding in my head as I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't do it.

Everything was still black but it was as if I could feel everything that's going on around me.

I could hear foot steps, doors opening and closing and the irritating sound of a beep every couple of seconds.

I commenced to move my legs but they didn't bulge. What's happening??

I tried to reach my legs with my arms but they didn't move either, in fact I couldn't even feel them. My body was not corresponding to my mind and I was scared.

I started to panic and the beeping machine got louder, and faster and it was annoying me very much, the sound penetrating in my ear and echoing in my head.

Why can't I move??

A commotion was heard and tick accents sounded in my hear but I couldn't quite figure the words.

I started feeling tingles in my legs and arms just as some sharp pain everywhere really.

I groaned in pain, the ponding in my head again.

I tried to speak, more like screaming for help but I couldn't find my voice, it was lost. I was lost.

I heard voices again, this time closer. Lots of voices but it was all mumbles to me, I could hear them but the words didn't make sense to me, I didn't know the meaning of them.

However, there was this voice that sounded louder the any other, the person sounded closer, probably whispering in my ear. The voice sounded familiar to me, it's the same voice of my dreams. The one I seem to hear all the time.

I felt my heart thumping loudly in my chest and the action repeated when the the accent spoke to me again and again.

Suddenly, all the voices disappeared except that one. Am I imagining things?

I tried really hard to focus on that one because I had a feeling that voice was important to me.

"Mia? Can you hear me?" A male voiced echoed in my head.

"Yes." I replied.

"Please just squeeze my hand if you can." He sounded desperate.

"I can hear you yes but I can't move my arms or legs." I explained.

"I really wish you could hear me."

Is he listening to me? I'm speaking and saying I can hear him!

I'm speaking right? Or is it just in my head? I'm so torn.

"I have so much to tell you."

Tell me!

"You already know everything I'm gonna say but I'd say it again and again and I'd make you listen every single time. I'm sure you'd whine and try to wiggle away because you're just that stubborn... I can't really complain because that's one of the things I love most about you even when you infuriate me with your silly ideals.

I know you're really upset with me right now, you told me to leave and I stupidly let you! I should've dragged you inside in the moment you stepped out of the apartment and hold you close. I really wanted to but I couldn't stand the disappointment in your eyes every time you looked at me.

Now looking back I'd rather have you scream in my face all the things I could see swimming in your mind instead of lying here without knowing how much I want you back… How much I need you back."

Who are you? And why do I feel so smitten by your voice?

"But you know what? You're gonna wake up and I'm gonna be here and take you back home to me where you belong!… In second thought, No, I'm not gonna do that! In the moment you step out of this place I'm gonna take you away somewhere else, I don't know where but I'm sure your smart mind will suggest a place and we're gonna get away from everything and I'm gonna ask you to marry me! That's exactly what I'm gonna do! I'm gonna ask you to marry me and we'll have a crazy but very passionate wedding! We can travel the world and I'll show you all the places I've been to and that you always claimed to go. Eventually you'll get pregnant and we'll have tons of babies! It sounds a bit silly but I don't care, I've always wanted kids and I know you'd to so why not have a dozen!?

Well not really a dozen, the two babies we agreed would be fine! Cn you imagine that? Little Harry and Mia? I certainly can! If you were able to, we'd do them right now! Why wait?

Does that sound good to you? I think it does! But it all has one condition and that it you waking up!

Everything I just said and all the endless plans we made for our future can only happen if you wake up! Do you hear me? Please wake up… for me?"

I really wanted to reply and see to whom this voice belonged! I don't know why but I really wanted to wake up just to see the face of the guy speaking to me right now such meaningful words.

But as much as I wanted to hear the voice again and again I was being pulled back down. I tried to fight it but it was like I was hypnotized so there was nothing that I could fight for because I was destined to loose.

The last thing I felt was a strangely pleasant warmth in my hand before I was pushed to the darkness again.

-

My flew open and I instantly regret it. A bright white light was penetrating through my eyes provoking the pounding in my head again. I groaned from the pain the brightness was causing. I'm used to the dark, pitch black, not the light.

"Mia, can you hear me?" A strange face bent over me.

I blinked quickly, the head's shape looking less defocused. I merely hummed, still adjusting to the environment.

I glanced around, taking in my surroundings cautiously. Everything around me is white, except for a one seat blued couch with a pillow and a forgotten ballon. I'm sure I'm in a room, a large one to be more specific a large, right across from me a glass window that only gave me the view of a cream wall, it looks like a hall and a door. I knew behind my bed was a window too but it was directed towards the outside because the sun was warming the bedroom enough.

"Do you know where are you?" I focused back on the man, himself dressed in white too.

"H-hosp…" I tried to speak but it was scratching my throat. I tried to clear it but it only made me wince in pain.

The man who I suppose is a doctor held his finger up and a woman I hadn't acquired before moved forward and extended a glass with a straw. I eyed it curiously but she nodded in reassurance and I took the straw to my mouth, swallowing slowly.

"Can you try again?" The man questioned.

"H-hospital." I said, this time succeeded. My voice sounded really raspy like it hadn't been used in a long time.

"Do you know your name?"

"Mia." I blinked and the man scribed something in his notes.

"What year were you born?"

"1995."

"Right." The doc looked at me with a smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Broken." I replied.

"What hurts?" He frowned eyeing the machine next to me.

"Humm, stomach, legs and head." I considered.

"Makes sense." He nodded. "Don't move too much!" He said when I tried to sit. "You have stitches and they're not completely healed."

"Stitches?" I frowned.

"Yeah. You know why you're here right?"

"I well.. No uh I remember being at home and… And I got out to go to the doctor but my dad asked me to drive and he lost control of the car i guess and…" I suddenly stopped. "Where's my dad?" I questioned.

"Humm, well you're still very fragile so why don't you go to sleep and we speak again tomorrow?" He suggested. I'm not nowhere near tired to be honest, my body is numb but I don't want to sleep.

"Can I see him?" I pressed.

"That's not possible." He shock his head.

"Why not? Is he damaged? How bad is it?" The machine sounded louder and my hear was beating faster.

"No, he's not damaged. You should really calm down, you just woke up from a coma." He doc pushed me gently by the shoulders to lay down again.

"So he's okay? Is he here?" The doc pushed the covers up my body not answering my questions. I know he's hiding something and I know exactly what it is but I want to hear it from his mouth. I looked at his vests reading his name and grabbed his arm. "Please doctor Newman, where's my father?"

"I'm not sure it will hep your recovery." My chest tightened with his sigh.

"Is he… he… did he die?" I managed to speak chocking in my words.

"Well you and your dad both got serious damage in your body but the car was hit on his side and there was not much we could do to save him…" I covered my mouth to mute my own sobs. "He was already too fragile and unfortunately did not resist the injuries. I'm sorry Mia." He spoke truly concerned.

"Can I be alone please?" I stared at the wall, sobbing loudly.

"I'll be back in a minute." He nodded leaving with the woman who I assume is a nurse.

I tried to stop my crying but it just seems to get worse, I was momentarily distracted by the pain whilst the doctor spoke to me but now I feel it again, a thousand times worse.

Flashbacks of the crash crossed my mind and I remember everything that happened. I was really scared and panicked but I remember my dad looked really serene. The last thing I remember is his words "it's okay Mia, let it go". He was saying it was okay to let the car take his path. But why is the question.

I feel so bad, this is all my fault if I had denied his pleads of driving none of this would have happened and he'd still be here with me right now. Well not here obviously but home, safe… and most of all alive.

"Can I get in now?" I hadn't heard the door open again and the doc walking in again. I didn't reply. "Is the pain back?" I remained silent again.

He grabbed a cup and some pills handing it to me. I grabbed the glass, my strength returning slowly.

"Is there anyone you want to see in particular?"

"My dad." I replied dryly.

"Someone who you can see…" The doc sighed.

"There's no one I want to see." I shook my head.

"Are you sure?" There's a name I want to say but I'm not sure if the person will want to see me and I don't think I can stand the disappointment. "Anyone really?" He pressed.

"Harry." I replied weakly.

"Figured." The doctor threw me a big smile and left the room. What does that even mean? I wasn't even sure if he knew who Harry was. Are we even talking about the same person? My head hurts and I'm confused.

A minute later there was a knock on the door and the doctor peeked in again followed by a tall guy.

His eyes were watching attentively as I took in the Harry in front of me. He looks terrible! Not really terrible because he is and always will be the most beautiful guy I'll ever lay eyes on but he looks like he went through hell and back. Did something happen to him too?

Instead of his usual sparkling green orbs his eyes were dark and wide, purple rings under it as if he hadn't slept in days and his hair was sticking out wildly looking like it was roughly tugged a million times.

"I'm giving you a minute before I take Mia to run some tests." Mr. Newman broke the silence and left the room.

I know Harry and I are not exactly on good terms and I'm still hurt but all of that has suddenly vanished and all I want is him close, holding me.

I shot him a small smile and he seemed to revel in it. Two big steps and he's next to my bed.

"Mia!" She sighed my name pushing my body to hold me. That's him, that's the voice I've been hearing in my dreams and the same voice I heard in my ear the other day when I couldn't open my eyes but I just can't remember the words he spoke.

I winced. "Sorry, sorry!" He gushed loosening his grip around my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" I asked him pushing his curls off his forehead.

"You're asking me if I am okay?" He tilted his head, his body leaned over mine on the bed.

"Yes, you look exhausted." I commented running my hand over the bags under his eyes. "How long has it been since.. the a-accident?"

"A week." Harry replied leaning to my palm. "How are YOU feeling?"

"I uh well I don't know really… I know about my dad." My lip trembled.

"I'm so sorry Mia, there was nothing the doctors could do." His eyes expressed real concern.

"Have you been here?" I questioned.

"Yes, everyday!" Harry breathed. "I've been talking to you but you never woke up."

"I heard you." I confessed.

"You did?" He blinked surprised.

"Yeah, only your voice and some words sometimes but it's only a blur."

"I was so scared I'd lose you!" His eyes watered a bit, our foreheads pressed together.

"You didn't." I assured reaching for his mouth but Harry pulled back. I felt hurt, he'd never reject a kiss from me.

"Are you sure you can?" He eyed me concerned. "I mean doesn't it hurt?"

"There's a lot of thing that hurt in my body but my lips aren't one of them." I giggled. Harry shot me a lazy smile before connecting our lips together.

I felt like a long time since I had last felt his lips on mine and it's such a shame but it's the best feeling in the world really, I could kiss him forever.

Harry's lips moved eagerly against mine, my hands grabbing his cheeks to me.

He pulled away a few seconds later, kissing both my cheeks and nose before resting his head on my chest.

"Can I interrupt?" Mr. Newman walked in again. "We need to take Mia for a few tests just to make sure everything's good but I believe there's no major injuries." He smiled but I grabbed Harry's hand. He just got here and we're already being pulled apart.

"It's okay." He assured giving it a little squeeze.

"It's only a few minutes and then we can get back, there's a lot of people out there eager to see you." The doctor assured.

"I'll be right here." Harry assured, kissing my knuckles before I was strolled out of the room.

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