Harry POV

“Harry, sweetheart, you have to know none of this is your fault!” Cee Cee stood holding my hands in hers. “None of this is your fault. You know that right?”

“If I would have just lied and said she was fine.” I choked out.

“Harold, let’s take a walk.” Leland placed a hand on my shoulder. I never really connected with Spencers father. We got along, we enjoyed each other’s company when we were together but I never felt like I was close with him. I followed him down the bright, clean hallway.

“Son, you love my daughter, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been with her almost a year now.” He stated.

“Yes.” I repeated.

“So you know that no matter what happened tonight, this would have eventually have happened right?”

“I’d like to think that I would have done something to help sooner.” I sighed.

“As her father, I’m letting you know there is nothing you could have done. As your friend, I’m glad you tried and I know you, you aren’t done trying.” Leland smiled at me.

“I’ll never stop.” I returned the smile. “She’s my girl.”

“As she is mine. As a parent, you only want one thing for your children and that’s happiness. Yes, success and riches is nice, but if my baby isn’t happy doing it, what’s the point?”

I listened as he spoke, Leland was a wicked smart man, not only because he was a surgeon but with life lessons. He was wise for his age. I know he was only in his late 40s but he said some true shit.

He continued. “So what I’m saying is, let her be happy. That’s what we do. When we realize her happiness is effecting her health, we move in. I know you tried, and you got her to go to rehab which is great. Better than we did the first time around. So you know she’s as serious about you. But now it’s out of your hands. We can help now.”

“I just didn’t want to be a failure.” I looked to the floor.

“Asking for help is not being a failure, we had no idea she was back into her old habits. We don’t want that either.”

“I understand that now.” I felt awful. I should have told them.

“So do you know that none of this is your fault?” Leland asked just liked Cee Cee.

“Yes, though I’ll always feel guilty.”

“Let’s head back, but try to let yourself and Spencer regain happiness no matter what happens in this building.”

I nodded. I watched as he walked back towards the waiting room. I was scared shitless.

When Ryanne and I stumbled upon my car, Spencer was nowhere to be found. Ry gave me a hint that she sometimes took a walk through the woods and to try there. I entered the woods at the head of the trail, only needing a few paces to see her. Spencer was lying on the ground, with just a light jacket on. I ran over to her, only to realize she was unconscious. I tried to wake her but it wasn’t happening. She had a faint pulse, so I immediately dialed for 911. I wasn’t losing my girl. I had no idea why she was on the ground. A million things ran through my brain though nothing was a true thought.

I called Cee Cee and Leland, letting them know the state I had found her in and they’d rush over to the hospital. When the ambulance arrived I was in even more of a panic. I had done what they told me to do while we waited for their arrival. They said Ryanne or I could ride in the ambulance to the hospital with them. Ryanne quickly told me to go, she’d drive herself. After making sure she was okay enough to actually drive I got into the back of the ambulance.

I watched as they poked and prodded my girl. They were sticking things in places I had no idea what they even did. They started to ask me questions, some of which I didn’t have an answer. I told them what I knew, she was taking Xanax above her daily dose and also was drinking before she left the house. I felt useless. I knew nothing more. I had no idea how many Xanax she had taken, how much she had to drink or even how she got onto the ground. Once we got into the hospital they separated us. Her heart rate was dropping rapidly.

After a long hour and half from bringing her in, the doctors finally came out of the room. We stood eagerly for good news.

“Spencer McMichael’s family, yes?” the older woman asked.

“Yes, that’s us.” Cee Cee frowned.

“Follow me please.” The doctor stated.

I began to follow behind the family when the doctor stopped me.

“This is really only for family right now, we’ll let you know when friends are allowed back.” She smiled weakly.

“He’s Spencer’s fiancé.” Leland said.

I smiled weakly at him as the doctor nodded and continued down the hall. I technically wasn’t family, I technically wasn’t anything right now according to Spencer. I was just so worried. She sat us down in a private room. Cee Cee was clinging onto Leland and Ryanne and I were holding hands. We all needed each other right now. There were chairs around a table in the room. The doctor took the head respectively, the rest of us sitting down to face her.

“Well it’s unfortunate we meet under any circumstance like this, but I’m Dr. Jean Headly. I’m taking of Spencer tonight. We are treating Spencer as a drug overdose tonight. The mix of drugs and alcohol was too much for her tiny frame to handle. As you may know, she was taking Xanax, however, she was taking way beyond her prescribed milligram. Basically what happened was the drug took over her nervous system, meaning her breathing slowed, her blood pressure and heart rate dropped dangerously low, which in turn reduces the body temperature immensely. Luckily, whoever called her into 911 did everything asked of them, that person actually saved her from slipping into a coma or worse, her body fully shutting down.”

“Harry.” Cee Cee cried as the doctor looked confused.

“Harry,” Leland nodded towards me. “Found her in the park.”

“Well Harry, I’m very sorry to almost not include you, you helped us here tremendously. You should be proud of what you did tonight.” The Dr. Headly nodded towards me. “So anyways right now, she is in and out of consciousness. We’re very lucky that she has survived and is in stable condition currently.”

“If she’s in and out of consciousness how is that stable?” Ryanne spoke up for the first time tonight.

“Right, well most of the fading in and out has to do with how we’re treating her. We’ve pumped the stomach to clear any remaining drug in her system and we’ve also been giving her a medicine called Naloxone to reverse the effects of the Xanax on her system. That’s what causing her to slip back into unconsciousness. Everything is working though, all organs are properly functioning and she’s breathing on her own now. She’s going to be in a lot of pain though when she does fully wake up. We had a breathing tube in at first, the stomach pumping is not a pleasant feeling, and she’s has an IV giving her fluids. Also once she wakes up, she may not remember why she is here or what happened in the events leading up to the actual overdose. It varies from patient to patient. Not to scare anyone, but we’ve had patients wake up with complete memory loss. At the same time, we’ve had overdose survivors who remember every last detail. It truly depends on the patient. Now remember, that no matter her memory, she is very lucky to have even survived. Harry, she should be thankful you were there.”

There was a knock on the door cutting off Dr. Headly. A petite brunette peaked her head in. “Dr. Headly, Spencer has woken up and is asking for Harold.”

This caused everyone to slightly chuckle.

“Leave it to Spencer to overdose on drugs and wake up asking for Harold, not Harry.” Ryanne laughed.

“I swear even at her complete worst she still thinks it’s funny.” I rolled my eyes, happy to hear she hadn’t forgotten me.

“Alright, thanks Hannah.” Dr. Headly stood. “Okay, let me go check on her, make sure she can handle a visitor then we’ll send someone to grab you. Is that okay with you? We understand if parents want to be the first to see their child.”

“Harry will make her happier than we will, let him go first.” Leland smiled.

We sat in complete silence for a couple minutes after Dr. Headly left. I had no idea what to say. Finally, Ryanne broke the quiet tension. She stood, tugging my hand to stand with her. She wrapped her arms around me as tight as she could. I returned the hug. I felt her soft tears begin to stain my shirt. She looked up at me with water filled eyes.

“Thank you.” She said. I heard Cee Cee cry harder in the background. “You saved the best part of my life.”

I felt my tears begin to build. I had never seen Ryanne show any emotion other than sarcasm. I had just followed what the 911 lady told me to do. I wasn’t a hero, I wasn’t anything. She was my girl and I wasn’t joking when I said I would literally do anything for her.




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Spencer POV


It was bright, why was it so bright? It smelled like bleach. My bed suddenly had gotten so uncomfortable. It was cold too. That’s not right. Where did Harry go? He always kept me warm at night. Wait, how did I get into bed? The last thing I remember storming out of the house. Fuck. The fight. I took off, I dumped Harry. He probably hated me. Maybe it was all a dream? Maybe that’s why I was having such a hard time opening my eyes. Maybe I fell asleep in the car. Where did I need to speed off to anyways?

Finally! Shit, it is bright. But at least my eyes were open. Wait, why do I have all these tubes and cords poking inside of me? I glanced around as best I could. Hospital. I was in the hospital. Did I crash? I want Harry.
A small brunette lady came into the room. “Spencer, dear are you awake?”

“Yes.” I rasped out. Damn, why does my throat hurt so much.

“Let me go get Dr. Headly.” She smiled.

“Wait.” I said barely audible. “Harold. I want Harold.”

She nodded and headed out of the room. I was left with my thoughts again. What was I doing in here? I had to be in a crash or something. Shit, I ruined Christmas. Good, now I feel like crying. And why am I so hungry. Why didn’t the nurse tell me what the fuck was going on.

Eternity, that’s how long the stupid nurse took to get Dr. Heely or whatever the fuck she said. Damn, I’m swearing a lot. Why am I so testy? Finally, here’s that stupid nurse.

“Hello Spencer, still awake?” an older woman smiled, pulling a chair up next to my bed. Well if I wasn’t awake to start with I would be now with that screeching. Geeze Spencer, calm down.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“I’m Dr. Headly. I’m treating you here tonight. Do you know why you’re here today?”

I shook my head no. I really had no clue.

“Unfortunately, we’ve been treating you for an overdose to Xanax.” She started. Fuck, I messed up. Big time. Harry surely wouldn’t want me back now. I nodded to let her know I was listening. “We’ve been giving you Naloxone to reverse the effects of the drug, we’ve pumped your stomach as well to remove any toxins. Your throat may be sore because when you first came in you needed assisted breathing. We’ve got a few IVs into you, keeping you hydrated. You’re very fortunate that Harry found you before you hit complete unconsciousness. He saved your life.”

I blinked away a tear. “Is he here?”

“Yes, he’s with the rest of your family in the waiting area. Would you like to see him?”

I nodded yes, way too eagerly. She chuckled standing up. “Your vitals right now are slowly coming back to normal. This is all very good. I expect you to be back to normal by morning.”

“Time?” I choked out.

“It’s nearly ten at night.” She said. Fuck I’m ruining her Christmas too. “Let me get you a glass of water. Would you like to sit up in bed?”

I nodded yes. She pushed a button on the bottom of my bed and my back began to rise. Sitting was definitely better.

“Are you strong enough to hold the cup?”

I lifted my arm, she placed the cup in my hand. “Yes. This is okay.”

“Alright, I’m going to push your tray closer, just place your water on there when you’re done. If you need anything before someone pops back in, here is your call nurse button. Don’t hesitate to call if you need something.”

I nodded, barely listening. “Harry?” I asked impatiently.

“I’ll go get him now.” She smiled. “He’s been here all night, worry his little head off. He’ll be glad to see you.”

He’s going to be happy to see me? Doubtful. He probably hates me. Not only did I break up with him, but I overdosed on drugs. Some fucking Christmas, some fucking girlfriend. I waited patiently, okay very impatiently. I’m a moron. I was so scared he wouldn’t want to see me anymore. This was the end. I know it. He was going to come in here, say I’m glad you lived and turn around and never think of me ever again. My eyes brimmed with tears when I saw him enter the doorway. He had definitely been crying too. He shut the door quietly. He took the seat Dr. Headly previously occupied. He laced his fingers through mine, never breaking eye contact.

“Harry.” I struggled to get out. Damn that stupid breathing tube really hurt.

“Shhh, it’s okay babe. You don’t need to talk.”

I lifted my hand from his, swiping it under his eye catching a tear. I drug my fingers from there behind his ear, playing with the curly ends of his hair. He really needed a haircut. He leaned into my touch, eventually leaning in all the way to my lips. He placed the sweetest yet most confusing kiss on my lips that I had ever received.

“You don’t hate me?” I asked.

“Hate you? How could I hate you?” he laughed, almost uncomfortably.

“I irrationally broke up with you then ODed on drugs.” I shrugged.

“Spencer Delaney, you might be the most difficult girl I have ever dated.” He started, I was confused but I let him continue. “You put me through hell, you worry me sick, you do things I would never dream of doing, but at the end of the day I wouldn’t want anyone else next to me in our bed. It’s you. It will always be you.” he placed a quick kiss on my knuckles. “I don’t hate you. I never could. I thought tonight was it. I thought I was about to lose the love of my life to drugs. I wasn’t letting that happen.”

“The doctor said you saved my life.” I sobbed.

“And I’ll do it a million more times if I have too.”

I quickly shook my head no. “You’ll never have to do this again. I’m done. I’m getting help. I’m so sorry it’s taken me almost dying to realize I need it.”

“I’ll support whatever you decide to do. Just know, I can’t take this happening ever again.”

“I know Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry I let you walk out of that house with car keys.”

“This isn’t your fault Harry, its mine.” I sighed.

“It’s partly my fault.” He shrugged.

“No, stop. It’s none.”

“I love you.” He smiled. “Regardless of what just happened, or whose fault it is, I will always love you.”

“I thought you were going to come in here and say good riddance to be honest.”

“Why?”

“Who would want to be with a girl like me?”

“A girl like you? You mean, insanely gorgeous, incredibly funny, beyond perfect. Why wouldn’t I want to be with a girl like you?”

“I’m a timebomb, I told you.” I sighed.

“I think the bomb exploded.” He kissed me again. “I think everything is going to settle from here. The debris and smoke will fade slowly.”

“Harry.”

“You need rest, get some for me please?”

“Okay.” I nodded. “Don’t go.”

“I’m not leaving unless you’re walking through those doors with me.”

“I love you.”

“Good news, Dr. Headly thinks you’ll be able to go home tomorrow, or the next day. She told me before I came in.”

“Good, I don’t want to be in here.”

“You have to tell me one thing though Spencer. And be honest.”

“Yes, what? Anything.”

“Was this intentional? Did you purposely take too much?” he asked, even though it seemed to hurt.

“As in try to kill myself?” I asked, slightly pissed off. I had to keep cool though.

“Yes.” He mumbled.

“No, I didn’t try to kill myself. I just forgot how many I had already taken and that I was drinking. It was an honest mistake. I never intended to end my life.”

“Thank god.” He kissed me again. “Either way, I’m glad you’re going to be okay. We can make it through this together.”

“And ring in the New Years in London?” I asked hopeful.

“We’ll see.” He didn’t seem too enthused. I knew he had to go regardless, he was preforming with the band for Londons New Year Special.

“Baby say, yeah yeah yeah yeah and let me kiss you?” I tried to lighten the mood.

“You’re a dork.” He smiled, giving me my kiss. “Now get some rest.”

I nodded, still smiling slightly. I definitely thought I had lost my forever, hell if I were him I would have ran so far away so fast. I was honestly the luckiest girl in the entire world. I’m upset with myself that this was my wakeup call from life. I was taking it too far and I was going to fix it. I’d do anything Harry or my family told me to do at this point. I wanted help. I needed help. I wanted Harry. I needed Harry. Fucking hospitals.

Notes

BYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

(don't hate me)

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