It Takes Patience II: Guarded

*Reagan’s POV*

I wake up lost and confused. It feels as if the world has fallen off it's axis and gravity is no longer. I might fall over and out of the bed at any minute. The room is spinning and when I force myself to focus in order to steady my thoughts, a light is shined into one of my eyes.

“Hi Ms. Stoger, do you know where you are?” I look at the woman wearing bubble gum pink scrubs as she takes her mini flashlight and shines it into my other eye.

“No.” I turn my head away from the light only to have the woman turn it back and hold it in place by my chin until she's finished with her examination.

“Can you tell me the last thing that you remember?”

She removes the light and I blink the spot it left there away. I can feel a hand squeeze mine and when I look to the source of the warm contact, I see my mom sitting next to me and Channel in the chair next to her.

The last thing I remember?...

Oh my God!

“I can’t be here now! I need a ticket, a plane ticket! I need to go back to him mom. I made a mistake!” I try to get out of the bed but the woman who I’m assuming is a nurse, pushes me back gently to lie me back down. I want to fight against her, but I feel too weak.

“Sh Sh Sh its okay. You can’t go anywhere yet. What’s the last thing you remember sweetheart?” Tears start to flow gradually down my face again when I remember hearing Laurie’s horse voice mail's from earlier on today.

*Flashback*
“Reagan?! Reagan where are you? You have to get to Harry's house now! There’s something wrong with him, he won’t wake up. Call me back as soon as you get this.”

“Reagan! If you can get here please get here! I don’t think he was breathing!... He’s wasn't breathing Rea and he's still not!...His lips were blue. He looked so pale, and I'm so scared for him! He didn't look– Oh God Reagan, I don't want to say it. Please get here! The boys said he overdosed. The medics are working on him now in the back of the ambulance.They wouldn't let Gemma ride in the ambulance with him. She’s a nervous wreck and I can’t calm her down. I can't, I cant calm myself down. We’re following the ambulance to the hospital now. Call me back! We’re going to Lambeth Emergency!”
*End Flashback*

My heart speeds up in my chest and I try my best to choke down a sob in order to properly get a word out edgewise.

“Harry. I need to check on Harry. Can I have my phone please?!” I looked at my mom and Channel and then to the nurse who I was quickly becoming annoyed with.

“Who is Harry Ms. Stoger?”

She can’t be serious! I ran my hand through my hair tugging at it slightly and chuckled out of frustration. Tears continued to fall from my eyes and I become unsure if I can keep my cool much longer.

“He’s my boyfriend! He’s in trouble I need to see if he’s okay! I just need– I need to know that he's okay."

The room began to spin again and I could feel myself become hot as I gasped for air. The nurse rushed to my side again with her clipboard in had as she used it as a fan, before pulling her hair tie form her wrist with her teeth in order to pull my hair up and off of my face.

"It's alright Ms. Stoger. I just need you to calm down before you work yourself up agai-"

"NO! I need my goddamn phone, NOW!” I raised my voice at the nurse. It’s not her fault and I know that, but she’s not helping either.

“Reagan!”

“No mom! Please you don’t get it! Why is no one listening to me?! He could be dying! I just want to check on him. Please? Please, I need to check on him I love him! I love him! Please?!” The nurse looked at me and then to my mom and Channel before she spoke.

“Try to calm down sweetheart. Cell phones aren’t allowed because they interfere with the machines on this side of the hospital, but if you look up the number I’ll let you dial it from the phone in here."

Channel tossed my phone to me and I shot her a death glare for not giving it to me when I asked for it the first time. I scrolled through my contacts and when I landed on Laurie’s number the nurse handed me the phone. I dialed and anxiously waited on an answer when my brain started to play evil tricks on me. What if Harry’s not okay?... What if he’s d-... I shake the thought out of my mind before my brain can finish the sentence and I let out a sob of defeat when L. doesn't answer the phone.

The doctor walks into my room trying to give me an idea as to why the fuck I’m in here, but my fingers are too busy redialing Laurie’s number to care. When I put the phone to my ear again all I can hear is the dial tone and I feel myself start to panic. The doctor gently takes the phone from my hands and removes his finger from the hook in order to put it back on the receiver in order to gain my attention, but he might as well have snatched it from me. That’s what it feels like he did any way.

“No! What are you doing?!” My heart rate quickens once more and I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate again. My mom stands up and rubs my back to try and calm me, but I don’t want that. I need to get in contact with Laurie.

“Reagan, I’m Dr. Ambrose. You were having an anxiety attack when you fainted.” I still am having one and it's only going to get worse.

“Your blood pressure is also lower than it should have be. When is the last time you ate?”

Two days ago.

“On the plane...” He wrote something down on his clip board before he spoke again.

“We’ll be able to let you go once you’re blood pressure stabilizes I want you to eat something here first. Rest and a nurse will be back here with some food for you.”

When he and the nurse left the room I still felt frantic. I looked down at my phone and began to text Laurie hoping that I would get a response faster that way. I’m not okay and I won’t be okay until I know that he is.

“Reagan? Reagan put the damn phone down and listen to me!”

“I can’t put it down mom! I’m listening to you I am.” I’m not.

“I did not let you go to London to have you come home falling apart over a boy. Reagan you’re being rude and disrespectful look at me!” I look up at my mom and then over to Channel again. What kind of friend is she? What’s the point of her being here if she’s not going to help me?

“I love him and he’s hurt! Fuck, because of the time difference he could already be g-gone." I had to try to talk around the lump in my throat as my body tried to reject me from saying the word. He could be... gone, "Why are you being so cold?”

“I’m not being cold I’m worried about you! You sound like a broken tape recorder. You’ve known him for two full months, maybe three! That’s not love Reagan it’s an infatuation!”

I placed my phone in my lap and rested my head in my hands. I won’t argue with her because she has no argument.

“I’m not a child! I know what it is I feel and why I feel it.”

“Oh God. Reagan, did you have sex with him?”

I glare at Channel and then look at my mom. Where did that question even come from? If Channel told her anything about what happened between me and H., I’ll strangle her to a close death. It’s no one’s business.

Before I can respond, my phone vibrates in my lap and my mom stays silent and dumbfounded while I open the message.

From: L’s
Reagan! Harry is -

Notes

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