Harry's P.O.V.
I felt my heart quicken as we rode in the car from the airport to the hospital. That had been the longest flight I've ever been on and now I couldn't wait to be at the hospital, seeing Sofia. The car ride took half an hour and it felt too slow, I was frantic the whole way. Paul had called to find out where we were suppose to go while I sat there biting the inside of my lip. I had turned my phone back on and gotten texts from all the guys, but only answered Lou telling that I wasn't there yet. I had tried to call my mom when I landed, but she didn't pick up her phone. Right now I just wanted to be with Sofia, kiss her pain away and make sure that she was safe.

I was restless, stressed and almost in panic as the car stopped outside of the hospital. I cursed out loud as I saw all the paparazzi outside the doors of the hospital, looking over at Paul. I didn't know that this had been public yet, he looked as shocked as me. We had been in our on little bubble up there in the air. I guess people knew that I had left the show...yesterday? Was it yesterday already? I sure needed some sleep to get everything straight.

“Let's just get in.” Paul said and opened the door. I put on my sunglasses, pushed my hood over my head and got out of the car. We pushed ourselves through the crowd and finally got inside the hospital. I looked around, seeing the help desk to the left of the entrance. I wasn't a fan of hospitals or the smell of it, but I only wanted to find the room where I could see my love. I asked the lady at the desk and we were suppose to get the elevator up to the forth floor. The elevators was just a few steps to the right of the desk. As we stepped out of the elevator, my breathing was hyper and I felt a little faint. There was another desk before a long corridor with doors. It was unsettling quiet on this floor and my steps sounded loud against the floor. I walked over to the man sitting behind the desk.

“Excuse me, I'm looking for...” Was all I had the chance to say before I heard my name being called.

“Harry.” I saw Sofia's dad a little further down the hall. He looked like hell. I swallowed loudly, taking a deep breath as I walked over to him. He met us halfway.

“Hi sir.” I said, shaking his hand. I didn't want to be rude. I was sweating like hell.

“I talked to your mom a couple of hours ago, she said you'd be coming. Come on, sit down.” He gave a small smile, pointing to a couple of chairs by the wall.

“What happened? How is she?” I asked, the panic running over a little. I needed to know what was going on. I sat down hesitantly, feeling weird. Why was we sitting down here? I needed to be with her. She wasn't in surgery still, right? Could you even do surgery that long?

“She was on her way home from her friends house, she took a cab.” He breathed loudly. “Another car ran straight into the side of the car.” He looked down on his hands. My pulse was frighteningly fast. “They got her in pretty quick, but she had a lot of bleeding. They got her into surgery directly, there was a lot of inner bleeding as well as outer.” He looked up, pail and ghostlike. My heart felt still in my chest. What was he saying? What did he want to say with this? She was okey right?

“They had to resuscitate her several times during surgery.” He added with a lower voice. I felt my face getting white as the though of Sofia laying dead on the operating table was horrifying. She wasn't dead, she couldn't be. “They fixed most of the bleeding, at least the life threatening ones. She was out for a while though...” He said low and I felt totally confused. They had fixed everything, then what was the problem? He pinched the bridge of his nose. “She's alive...but...” I felt my heart kicking like crazy in my chest. “..she's in a coma.” He said and my heart stopped. What? He looked up at me and his expression from earlier was now the one that I was wearing. She was in a coma?

“How... what...” I couldn't find the right thing to ask. I couldn't think clearly. This felt too bizarre. He put his hand on my knee, trying to comfort me. I felt a tear running down my cheek. Crying in front of her father was nothing I ever thought I would do. I felt empty.

“The doctors don't know that much yet, they say that we have to wait and see. They will do testing later, but they want her body to rest a little first.” He say, trying to sound positive.

“Can I see her?” I ask, feeling destroyed. I can't really believe it before I see her for myself.

“Of course. Just be prepared that she's pretty beaten up, there are cuts and bruises, plus she has a broken leg and a shoulder that was dislocated.” He say as he stands up and starts to walk to one of the doors further down the hall. Paul has been standing only a couple of feet away and follows along as I go after her dad. Paul stops outside the door though as I walk in. It's a pretty small room, with a window and a small table, a chair and a bed. Sofia's mother sits in the chair by the bed and looks even worse then her dad. They both look really tired, guess they haven't slept anything either.

There in that big hospital bed lays my sweet love. She looks so small, almost recognizable by all the cuts. My breathing is really shallow as I take a few steps to get closer to the bed. There are tubes and cords all over, a big tube down her throat and a loud machine connected to it that's keeping her breathing. There was a beeping sound, going along with the beating of her heart. This was all too much. She looked so different, so small laying there lifeless. Why was this happening? I took a deep shaking breath.

She had a big cut on her forehead that they had stitched together and a couple smaller ones over her cheeks and chin. I reached over, taking her hand, that was pretty unharmed, it felt cold. I didn't dare squeeze it too hard though, she looked so frail. I looked up at Sofia's mother that was on the other side of the bed, she gave me an understanding look. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to feel. I was beyond destroyed. She had to be alright, I wouldn't survive if she wasn't. She had to wake up!

I looked back confused at the body laying in front of me. Was this really my girlfriend? Was she really in a coma? What did that even mean? I took another shaky breath before I felt arms around me, Sofia's mom had come around the bed holding her arms out to me, probably seeing the tears falling down my cheeks. It was too much and her arms made me break down totally. I saw her dad leaving the room, giving us some space. The tears ran down my cheeks like a waterfall and I had problem breathing from the sobs. She held me tight, patting my back. It was nice to be comforted, even though I wished that I'd had my own mom here.

We stood like that for a while, my tears never faded. After a while I felt so tried, I didn't even have the strength to keep the sobs going. Sofia's mom eased up her hug, but kept an arm on my back and we stood there looking at the sweet girl laying in that bed. It was so surreal. We got interrupted by some nurses who were going to change the bandage of Sofia's injuries. We walked out into the hall, giving them some space.

“We're gonna go down to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Do you wanna come?” Sofia's dad asked as he put an arm around her mom.

“No thank you, I'll stay here.” I said and sat down on the chair just outside the door. He nodded and they walked off.

“How are you doing?” Paul asked as he sat down next to me. I looked over at his concerned face, feeling empty on the inside. It was like someone had put a grenade launcher against my inside and blown it all up. This was just a dream, it had to be. I shook my head, looking down at the floor. He reached over and patted my shoulder. “You need me to do anything?” He asked.

“Can you call Lou? I don't think I can do it.” I said, having trouble talking.

“Yes, of course.” He said and stood up, taking his phone out of his pocket. He walked a little way down the hall and I could hear his low voice talking into the speaker. I picked my own phone up, trying to call my mom again, I wish she was here. Her phone went right to voicemail, what was she doing? I didn't want to call Gemma, I didn't know if mom had told her what had happened and I wasn't sure how much I would tell.

“You can go in now.” One of the nurses said as they stepped out of the room. I stood up, giving them a nod before I walked into the room. I felt a little awkward as I walked over to the chair, sitting down. I looked over Sofia's beautiful face, even though it was damaged, it was still the most beautiful one in the world. I lightly stroke her cheek, avoiding the cuts. It was so strange with the tube sticking out of her mouth and her laying lifeless here.

I leaned closer to her ear, stroking back some hair before I softly whispered. “I'm here love, I'm here.”

Notes

I almost cried as I wrote this!

It was short, but just to give you something... so here you go.

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