I heard the sounds of the sirens of the ambulance coming and I wiped away the tears. I couldn’t stay back any longer. I ran onto the stage and kneeled down by Harry. He seemed lifeless. But he wasn’t. I didn’t know what to do I was basically in shock. I insisted that I rode in the back of the ambulance with Harry. I wasn’t going to leave him. When we got to the hospital the doctors told me I had to stay in the waiting room. I stayed there for a couple hours... then a couple more... and it ended being all night.In the morning they said I could come in. I sat down next to him and held his hand. I started to cry thinking of the thought of losing him. The doctor said he was in a coma and he should wake up but that , he might not. I was crying again. The nurse told me that he can hear everything I’m saying so , “Harry, I - I can’t lose you. I need you. I love you. I can’t move on or picture my life without you. Plea - Please don’t leave me. Don’t do this to me. I promise I’ll be right here and won’t leave your side. Just - I .......” I trailed off. Tears now pouring down my cheeks. I was talking to him and he wasn’t doing anything . Not moving at all. It gave me no hope. “I hope you know you mean the whole world to me. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Please, .. Please baby , stay.” I sat in that chair all day never letting go of him. I sat there the next day too. No improvements. I waited, impatiently. My eyes were bloodshot from crying constantly non-stop. It has now been a week. Nothing happened. I still haven’t moved out of my chair. The boys came to visit yesterday. They were all really upset. They stayed and also tried to comfort me but eventually they had to leave. So I was by myself. Again. Harry. It was like he wasn’t there anymore. I couldn’t take it. It’s been three weeks now. Now four. Still nothing. “Harry !” I yelled at him. “Wake up ! I need you. Don’t leave me!” I was so stressed sitting in a hospital for four weeks with nobody. My eyes started watering again. Time was passing by slowly. It’s been a month with nothing. No improvements. Nothing. I was sitting in the same old chair. I had my headphones in I was listening to him sing. I missed it. I missed his arms around my waist, my hands in his curls, his hands on my hips, our lips moving perfectly together. By now I have lost all hope I once had. I walked out of the hospital to get some fresh air. I felt like there was a huge empty hole in my heart. And it will never be filled again. I kicked the sidewalk as hard as I could. I ran my hands in my hair and screamed. I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore. Was I just supposed to wait there until I get old or move on. All I wanted was to be with him. Cuddle. But I can’t and I can’t go on. I decided to stay . I stayed all night. I was almost asleep when I heard someone call my name.