*Reagan’s POV*
As soon as I was released from the hospital, my mom took me to fill my new prescription. Dr. Ambrose put me on anxiety medication that I would have to take anytime I felt an attack coming on. Am I really breaking down as much as everyone says? Harry obviously has both a positive and negative affect on me but I still crave him and part of me knows that I always will. When we pull up to my house I walk in and call for my father but there's no answer. He's not here he never really is seeing as how he's always working. He and my mom's relationship is a mystery in my eyes. I can barely see how they make it work, but they do.

I climb the stairs and walk into my room to be greeted by boxes littering the floor before my bed. My mom comes to my door and explains the mess to me before I can put my lips together to ask about it.

“I knew you would take that job in San Francisco so I saved you some of the trouble of moving. I’m sure there’s still more you would need to pack, but I got you started.”

“Thank you?”

It annoys me how well my mom knows me. Her comment almost sounded as if she wanted to say 'I knew your relationship wouldn't last so I packed your shit'. I know she's only trying to help, but in reality ‘the time she saved me’ wont help at all. I'll still need to know what she put in all of the boxes. I had almost forgotten about the job completely when Laurie told me that H. was in the hospital. There’s so much going on right now that I’m sure that if anyone else was put in my position, they would be abnormal if they didn’t develop an anxiety issue. This new job means a new school, a new city, and a new place to live. When I told Dr. Baker I would take the job, she assured me that I would have an apartment ready along with transportation when I got there. It made me feel a little less worn out, but it’s all still so daunting.

When I looked at my clock and realized that it was nearly seven at night, I knew it would be too late in the day to call Dr. Koch about my earlier than expected arrival. My fingers continued to scroll through my contact list and stopped when I landed on his name, absentmindedly tracing over the photo on his contact ID. He won’t answer, I know that now, but at least he won’t be able to say that I never tried when he listens to his voice mail...if he listens to them at all.

The call went straight to voice mail, but sound of his deep voice made my heart flutter and my knees weak. I’ve called him over ten times today and even if I don’t leave a message, I call to hear the sound of his voice. I’m pitiful, desperate, and even though it’s only a few days since I last saw him, the hole that I feel from the emptiness of not having him with me grows greater with each passing second.

“Harry, it’s me again. I just wanted to check on you. Are you okay? I know it’s late there, but I.." I pause after my voice cracks and take a deep breath in order contain myself as much as possible, " I miss you. I miss you so so much. And I know I don't have the right to say things like that to you right now, but it's true. If there is any way that I can show you how sorry I am I’ll do it. I would do anything, give anything to be there with you.. I need you, and I can’t function right without you. Please call me back. Please give me a second chance to show you you’re all that matters...I love you.”

As I left the message, tears rolled down my face and I’m sure that I’ve cried more in the last two weeks than I have in ten years.

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*Harry’s POV*
I’ve been in this damn hospital bed dozing on and off all day and I’m anxious to leave. I haven’t been able to rest properly for days. When I fall asleep it never lasts longer than half an hour to an hour tops. I close my eyes and I’m greeted by hazel ones. Lying ones, ones that cried and were red rimmed and swollen when I found out the secret behind them, ones that I love, and no matter how irate I am with them I know deep down that I need.

If it wasn’t her eyes that woke me up tormenting me, it was the other usual bad dream. It keeps getting worse. I had hoped that when I told Re- her, about it, they would die down. But ever since I thought that she would be leaving London and leaving me they started to get more vivid. Details about that day that were fuzzy began to become clearer every time that the dream occurred. No matter how hard I try to suppress that memory it always comes back in full force.

I'm brought out of my own head when I heard my phone ring and vibrate against the plastic of one of the chairs in my room.. When I got out of bed to get it from the bag of things my mum brought to the hospital, I froze. I saw her name and the picture that I still had of her come up on the screen. Part of me wanted to answer it, but what scared me was the bigger part of me that told me to ignore it. I still love her and I know I do, but I’m still too angry with her and myself right now to hear her voice. I’m too uncertain of what would come out of my mouth if I answer. A discussion like this one surely has to happen face to face. I have too many questions. For instance, why wasn’t she here today? I know she wasn’t, I could feel that she wasn’t. She still has two more days in London. Has she moved on with him? I feel a mix of emotions rise with anger being the most dominant. They catch me off-guard and when I drop the phone back in the bag and get back in bed they all go away. I feel nothing. I can’t deal with this right now, and I don’t know when I will be able to.

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*Reagan’s POV*
I set my alarm to wake me up at seven this morning so that I could get in contact with Dr. Koch at a reasonable business hour. I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand and my heart ached when I received no new messages. This won’t be easy, but I’m not going to give up. I took a deep breath and dialed the number for Dr. Koch’s office even though my heart and my fingers told me to dial Harry again. My brain won in the internal battle. I can’t give up on my responsibilities even in the midst of my own personal crisis. It’s a trait that I’ve come to learn and love about myself during my time in London the first time I thought things would fall apart between me and Harry.

“Dr. Asshole’s office Victoria speaking, how may I help you?”

What?

“Hello Victoria, this is Reagan Stoger I was calling because I have a meeting with Dr. Koch scheduled for the-”

“Oh so you’re my replacement. Good luck is all I can say.” I could hear something that sounded like muffled shouting in the background before it became to be a full blown argument in my ear.

“Empty your desk ! Leave now!”

“Trust me I was just about to!”

There was a thudding sound and I know the phone hit either the desk or the ground before I heard someone to pick up the other end again.

“I apologize for my sorry excuse for an assistant. May I ask who’s speaking?”

A deep British accent bellowed through the phone before I gained my train of thought again.

“Reagan Stoger.. I was calling to speak with-”

“Reagan? Yes you were calling for me I’m Dr. James Koch. You’re the intern Elizabeth was talking about I presume. Is there any way you can get down here down here today? It would be nice to have someone who worked for a change! Instagraming is not answering my phones!”

I’m not sure of what to say. When I called there I sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.

“Um... If I could I would, but I’m five hours awa-”

“How soon do you think you could get here by?”

“That’s why I was calling actually. I’m back in LA earlier than expected so I was wondering if I could start earlier?”

“Tomorrow. Be here tomorrow five pm. Sharp. That should give you enough time to get here from LA and move your things in to your new apartment if you leave early. Then when you do get here you can be trained and start as early as Friday this week. I’ll be expecting you then, be on time. Ta.

Dr. Koch spoke quickly and hung up before I could tell him that tomorrow is too soon. His arrogance astounded me and I started to see why his newly fired assistant wished me good luck before her quick departure.

Notes

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