HALF A HEART
Chapter 25
Annie’s POV
We pulled into the parking lot of the hospital in silence. The conversation hadn’t really flowed after Gemma had told me what happened to Harry the night before. He’s in a coma because he was trying to save someone else’s life….Harry….My Harry…
Tears pricked my eyes and I looked down as we walked into the hospital. I didn’t greet the people that always occupied the front desk…they were always smiling and I didn’t have anything to cheerful about right now…
Gemma led my mother and I to the elevator and we entered it without saying a word. I kept my eyes on the floor…I was afraid that if I looked into anyone’s eyes I would break down crying.
“This way honey.” Gemma whispered to me as she pulled lightly on my sweatshirt sleeve. I followed her without protest until we were standing in front of an ivory metal door. “Now honey, his leg is broken and he has a lot of bruises and cuts from the fall so I just want you to be prepared.” She said calmly. That was a trait that Harry and Gemma shared…they didn’t ever sugarcoat anything…
I nodded unable to speak around the knot that was growing in my throat. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to handle this…
She opened the door cautiously and Harry’s room looked similar to a hotel room but…you know hospital style. A wall protruded to mask the view of the patient in the bed so I could only see Harry’s legs, one of his legs propped up and in a thick ivory cast. I felt tears stream down my cheeks as more and more of Harry came into vision. He had one of those hospital gowns on so I could see all of the cuts and bruises that were scattered everywhere on his skin. I clapped my hand to my mouth when his head and face came in sight. His head was wrapped in white gauze; the top of it tinted red from the remaining trickle of blood that came from his scalp. His forehead was bruised on the top right side and he had other smaller cuts on his cheeks. There was another bruise on his left cheekbone near his eyes. I tried to contain the sobs that were growing in my chest as my heart lurched. I felt like my heart had just been ripped out…
I dropped the bag I was carrying and ran to the side of the bed. I grabbed his hand as carefully as I could, trying not to hurt his fragile body even more. I knelt down on the floor next to the bed and put his hand to my cheek and cried…and cried…and cried…
I hugged his hand to my chest and crashed my head on the bed, letting my sobs come out easily and fluidly. I don’t care how crazy I look…the man I love is in a coma…
“H—Harry!” I wailed through my sobs, tears soaking the bed sheets and Harry’s hand.
I felt a hand rest on my shoulder but I didn’t lift my head. “Annie honey…” I knew that voice…
I looked up and saw Harry’s mother through my blurred vision. I turned back to Harry and rest his hand back on his bed and stood up as Harry’s mom embraced me in a hug. I cried into her shoulder as she combed her fingers through my hair.
“I’m sorry…” I croaked through her shirtsleeve.
“Oh honey. This is in no way your fault.”
I nodded. “If I would’ve just…taken him back…he wouldn’t have wanted to go to Holmes Chapel…” I croaked.
“Honey, I promise this is not your fault.” She said sternly and I was stunned into silence. I didn’t want to argue with her but I couldn’t help but blame myself.
***
A couple hours later…
I had pulled a chair right next to Harry’s bed and held his hand as I read my book. I couldn’t leave him, and I know Harry would want me to be comfortable and “enjoy my stay” while I sat next to him…that’s what he would want…
“Annie?” I heard Gemma peak around the door of the hospital room.
“Yeah?” I called back ignoring how my voice cracked from the tiredness of my sobs.
“Honey I want you to meet someone.”
I got up and kissed Harry’s cheek as I set my book down on the bedside table. I walked around the wall that blocked the doorway and saw Gemma standing with a man in an orange hat and a hunter green vest and a black long sleeve shirt. When he saw me he took his hat off and started twisting it in his hands.
“Annie this is Jamie Carlos…” She paused as I looked at the strange man now standing in the doorway to Harry’s hospital room.
“You’re Annie?” He asked, his voice cracking from nervousness, “I’m Jamie, like she said. You’re Harry’s girlfriend?”
I felt tears rim my eyes again and stream slowly out of my eyes as I looked at Gemma for an answer. Truth is…I don’t know if I am or not… She nodded and smiled at me and I looked back at Jamie. “Y—yes I am.” I said trying to find my voice.
He stuck out his right hand and shook mine vigorously. “Uh… I’m the guy that Harry was trying to save a couple days ago…I’m alive because of Harry.” He croaked.
I buried my face in my hands and tried desperately to contain the sobs that were trying to escape out of my mouth. It was because of this man that Harry was in the state that he was in… But I couldn’t be mad at him…
I looked back up at him and tried to say something to him but I couldn’t around the knot in my throat.
“I—I’m so sorry.” He croaked again and I could tell he wanted to cry.
“N—No.” I stifled. “Don’t be sorry. Harry, wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.” I nodded at him and his facial expression relaxed into sympathy and sorrow at the same time.
“Well,” He cleared his throat, “I’ll leave you guys alone then.” He said and ducked out of the hospital room.
I looked back at Gemma, “He wanted to meet you.” She said. I just nodded.
Louis, Niall, Liam, Zayn, Perrie, and Eleanor came to the hospital around 6:00 and nobody had been as emotional as me of course, but everyone was definitely crying. Louis had given me a massive hug and told me that he loved me more than anything, which made me cry incredibly hard again. I was surprised I could still make tears…
They left and I situated myself in the chair next to Harry again. I curled myself into a ball and rested my head near Harry’s shoulder and fell asleep…I was exhausted…
We pulled into the parking lot of the hospital in silence. The conversation hadn’t really flowed after Gemma had told me what happened to Harry the night before. He’s in a coma because he was trying to save someone else’s life….Harry….My Harry…
Tears pricked my eyes and I looked down as we walked into the hospital. I didn’t greet the people that always occupied the front desk…they were always smiling and I didn’t have anything to cheerful about right now…
Gemma led my mother and I to the elevator and we entered it without saying a word. I kept my eyes on the floor…I was afraid that if I looked into anyone’s eyes I would break down crying.
“This way honey.” Gemma whispered to me as she pulled lightly on my sweatshirt sleeve. I followed her without protest until we were standing in front of an ivory metal door. “Now honey, his leg is broken and he has a lot of bruises and cuts from the fall so I just want you to be prepared.” She said calmly. That was a trait that Harry and Gemma shared…they didn’t ever sugarcoat anything…
I nodded unable to speak around the knot that was growing in my throat. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to handle this…
She opened the door cautiously and Harry’s room looked similar to a hotel room but…you know hospital style. A wall protruded to mask the view of the patient in the bed so I could only see Harry’s legs, one of his legs propped up and in a thick ivory cast. I felt tears stream down my cheeks as more and more of Harry came into vision. He had one of those hospital gowns on so I could see all of the cuts and bruises that were scattered everywhere on his skin. I clapped my hand to my mouth when his head and face came in sight. His head was wrapped in white gauze; the top of it tinted red from the remaining trickle of blood that came from his scalp. His forehead was bruised on the top right side and he had other smaller cuts on his cheeks. There was another bruise on his left cheekbone near his eyes. I tried to contain the sobs that were growing in my chest as my heart lurched. I felt like my heart had just been ripped out…
I dropped the bag I was carrying and ran to the side of the bed. I grabbed his hand as carefully as I could, trying not to hurt his fragile body even more. I knelt down on the floor next to the bed and put his hand to my cheek and cried…and cried…and cried…
I hugged his hand to my chest and crashed my head on the bed, letting my sobs come out easily and fluidly. I don’t care how crazy I look…the man I love is in a coma…
“H—Harry!” I wailed through my sobs, tears soaking the bed sheets and Harry’s hand.
I felt a hand rest on my shoulder but I didn’t lift my head. “Annie honey…” I knew that voice…
I looked up and saw Harry’s mother through my blurred vision. I turned back to Harry and rest his hand back on his bed and stood up as Harry’s mom embraced me in a hug. I cried into her shoulder as she combed her fingers through my hair.
“I’m sorry…” I croaked through her shirtsleeve.
“Oh honey. This is in no way your fault.”
I nodded. “If I would’ve just…taken him back…he wouldn’t have wanted to go to Holmes Chapel…” I croaked.
“Honey, I promise this is not your fault.” She said sternly and I was stunned into silence. I didn’t want to argue with her but I couldn’t help but blame myself.
***
A couple hours later…
I had pulled a chair right next to Harry’s bed and held his hand as I read my book. I couldn’t leave him, and I know Harry would want me to be comfortable and “enjoy my stay” while I sat next to him…that’s what he would want…
“Annie?” I heard Gemma peak around the door of the hospital room.
“Yeah?” I called back ignoring how my voice cracked from the tiredness of my sobs.
“Honey I want you to meet someone.”
I got up and kissed Harry’s cheek as I set my book down on the bedside table. I walked around the wall that blocked the doorway and saw Gemma standing with a man in an orange hat and a hunter green vest and a black long sleeve shirt. When he saw me he took his hat off and started twisting it in his hands.
“Annie this is Jamie Carlos…” She paused as I looked at the strange man now standing in the doorway to Harry’s hospital room.
“You’re Annie?” He asked, his voice cracking from nervousness, “I’m Jamie, like she said. You’re Harry’s girlfriend?”
I felt tears rim my eyes again and stream slowly out of my eyes as I looked at Gemma for an answer. Truth is…I don’t know if I am or not… She nodded and smiled at me and I looked back at Jamie. “Y—yes I am.” I said trying to find my voice.
He stuck out his right hand and shook mine vigorously. “Uh… I’m the guy that Harry was trying to save a couple days ago…I’m alive because of Harry.” He croaked.
I buried my face in my hands and tried desperately to contain the sobs that were trying to escape out of my mouth. It was because of this man that Harry was in the state that he was in… But I couldn’t be mad at him…
I looked back up at him and tried to say something to him but I couldn’t around the knot in my throat.
“I—I’m so sorry.” He croaked again and I could tell he wanted to cry.
“N—No.” I stifled. “Don’t be sorry. Harry, wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.” I nodded at him and his facial expression relaxed into sympathy and sorrow at the same time.
“Well,” He cleared his throat, “I’ll leave you guys alone then.” He said and ducked out of the hospital room.
I looked back at Gemma, “He wanted to meet you.” She said. I just nodded.
Louis, Niall, Liam, Zayn, Perrie, and Eleanor came to the hospital around 6:00 and nobody had been as emotional as me of course, but everyone was definitely crying. Louis had given me a massive hug and told me that he loved me more than anything, which made me cry incredibly hard again. I was surprised I could still make tears…
They left and I situated myself in the chair next to Harry again. I curled myself into a ball and rested my head near Harry’s shoulder and fell asleep…I was exhausted…
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