Out of the Darkness

Samantha POV:

The next morning i wake to find strong arms holding me from behind. I blink and turn my head away from the sunlight which makes my head throb. I look up to see Harry's face, so peaceful as he sleeps. Smiling to myself i nuzzle my head into his chest, and sigh with content. I feel him stir, and his large hands find my hair.

"'Morning beautiful," he says in an incredibly sexy morning voice as he lifts my chin so that i am staring into his dark eyes. "How are you?" he asks, concern in his voice. I'm a little embarrassed about my panic attack last night, but at least I'm awake now. I've had that dream countless times in the past few days, but I usually snap out of it before it gets too intense.

I open my mouth to answer Harry but no sound comes out. I put a hand to my throat, feeling the tears of frustration come to my eyes. A look of pained sympathy flashes across Harry's face.

"It's okay, love," he says, wiping away my tears. "You've been in a coma for two weeks, your body probably isn't running properly yet. Here, let's go get you some breakfast." he offers as he gets up, leaving me on my own. Ugh, just a minute ago i was perfectly content, and now i have to ruin the moment by making him concerned for me. Really I am fine.

I swing my legs over the edge of the couch and stand, only to fall to the floor as my legs collapse beneath me, and stars blur my vision. Maybe I'm not fine...

"Easy there," says Harry, as I feel him lift me from behind and carry me bridal style into the kitchen. Here he sits me in a chair, and starts bustling around making me breakfast. Harry is a whiz (A/N tee heee like my word choice?) at cooking, and soon he is sliding eggs and pancakes onto a huge platter, and setting six places at the breakfast bar. As if on cue, the other boys begin to drift in.

"morning Harry! i thought i smelled breakfast," says Louis. And then he notices me. "Wait what?! Samantha! you've decided to join us have you?" he asks jokingly. I smile at him while Harry explains;

"Samantha here seems to have lost her voice this morning."

"Ahh, well, talking is overrated," says Louis as he shoots me a wink. I felt myself blushing, and looked down at my lap. Thankfully the appearance of Niall saves me.

"GOOOOOD MORNING EVERYBODY!!!" He yells as he jogs into the kitchen. "Whoa hey Sam, when did you wake up?!"

"She woke up last night, but she hasn't quite found her voice yet," explains Harry. Niall pulls out a chair at the bar, ready to eat. I smile to myself. These guys are so friendly, and i love that they already have nicknames for me.

Then Zayn and Liam come in, and once again Harry has to introduce us and tell them about how i got out of my coma last night and still haven't been able to talk. They both smile at me, and then everyone sits down to eat. Louis sits on one side of me, Harry on the other. Harry piles food onto my plate, and everyone starts eating. Louis starts making fun of the how i have to try and feed myself without bending my arm much due to the IV. Soon all six of us are laughing (well, my laugh is more like a series of weird forced grunting sounds which make them laugh even harder), and eventually i give up and let Harry feed me.

"Aww, Look at Dada Harry feeding Baby Sammie," jokes Niall, causing Harry to give him a death stare. I have to say that i could get used to being treated like this!

I'm feeling fine at first, but a few minutes into the meal i start to get that familiar uneasy feeling in my stomach. Alarmed, I push away Harry's arm which is offering me food, and i clamp my left hand over my mouth as i struggle to stand. Niall is the first to get the message and he swears under his breath, swiftly scooping me up and stumbling over to the sink as fast as he can, dragging the IV cart behind us roughly.

We make it to the sink just in time, and my stomach violently upturns its contents, causing my whole body to heave as i lean over the basin. Harry rushes over behind Niall, and holds my hair out of the way while Niall supports my weight. When I'm finally done, I'm offered a glass of water from one of the boys which i gladly accept. Niall carefully brings me back to my seat, and sits me down.

"Maybe we should stick to 'easy' foods first, huh." He jokes lightly. I nod warily, and gratefully accept the bowl of yogurt and granola which is placed in front of me.

After breakfast we all sit around the living room as the boys try to teach my vocal cords how to work again. At first this is very frustrating, and the only sound i make is the huff of air going out of my windpipe. After a lot of persistence, i finally manage a weird low pitched groan noise, which sends them all into fits of laughter. At least i can still (kinda) laugh!

Just then the doorbell rings.

"That must be Jennie," says Zayn, as Niall jumps out of his seat and rushes out of the room to get the door. We hear them greeting each other, then Niall mutters something, and she lets out a girly giggle. Zayn rolls his eyes, and Louis snickers. Niall comes back into the living room, with a very pretty girl in a nurse's uniform in tow.

"Hi boys!" Says Jennie in a cheery as she makes her way over to me. "Glad to finally see you awake Samantha! I'm Jennie." We shake hands, and Harry informs her that I woke up last night in the middle of the night, and that we have had breakfast, and that I've lost my voice. She nods, and scribbles some things onto a notepad. She then takes my arm, and starts working at the IV.

"Okay, now that you are awake, I'm going to take this out so that you can move around more easily." she says as she removes the IV. Now she looks at the guys, and tells them. "You need to make sure that she is getting enough to eat and drink. Also be aware that she is very weak from all that she has been through, so you will need to be patient. I will be back at some point later today." she informs us. She tells me that gargling warm salt water might help my throat, and then she says goodbye, informing me that she will be back later, before Niall shows her to the door again.

We tried the salt water trick, and my voice got a little better. I could now get out a few weird word-like noises, but eventually Harry just hands me a pad of paper and a pen so that i can tell them when i need things. I immediately grab it and write: I HAVE TO PEE in all caps. Harry laughs and then stands up.

"Ill take her," he murmurs to the others before lifting me into his arms and carrying me out of the room as the boys whistle and make some rude remarks - most of these from Louis and Niall. I look up at his face as he carries me through the house. He has been so good to me, and yet he hardly even knows me.

He stops at a door which i assume to be the bathroom. He sets me down to see if i can do this by myself. I try to take a step, but immediately collapse, and he catches me before i hit the floor. I giggle, and he looks at me amused. I feel like I'm 3 years old again, i can't even do the simple task of walking by myself!

"Um, i guess i'm gonna have to help you..." Harry says, his voice trailing off. A red blush comes to his cheeks, as he picks me up again and carries me into the bathroom.

Notes

hahahha im so immature.... NC17 rating on this story and im making bathroom references....
anyways this was kinda a filler, but get excited for the next chapter or two!!! - maybe tomorrow!

i have to go out now so i didn't proofread... haha sorry