Being Hunted

Sitting in the chair beside the hospital, my eyes traveled up and down, slowly taking in every feature of him as if I was really starting to believe this was the last time I would see him. I hadn't let go of his hand for hours now and I was scared that if I did, he would let go. He needed to know that I was still here, that I still had faith. My voice was hoarse from screaming, my eyes swollen from endless hours of tears that seemed to have finally dried up. I brushed my finger against the back of his hand, watching his chest rise and fall with help from the machine on the other side of the bed. The door opened but my eye's never left Harry.

"Chantelle, you need to go get some rest," Doctor Wilson spoke softly. It wasn't long before I felt his hand on my shoulder, sending a shiver up my spine. "It's not healthy for you to go so long without sleep. You need to at least go eat something."

Shaking my head, I turned to face him and mumbled, "I'll eat when you do something to help him." For the first time since he'd been admitted to this room, I let go of his hand. "Why the hell are you not doing anything, Garrett, huh? Why the hell are you just standing here, trying to get me away so you can make the choice about the plug?" My finger pounded his chest as I glared up at him, my heart aching at the words I'd just said. "Do your job," I spoke louder than before, "and save him."

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Pulling back, I looked at him in both despair and anger. "You're sorry?" I let out a small laugh before walking back over to Harry's side, my eyes filling up with tears before I finally mumbled the words, "Get out."

Garrett finally walked out of the room, leaving me alone with Harry once again. I closed my eyes and screamed to myself, knowing exactly why he was sorry. There was nothing they could do anymore; that was it. My hand found Harry's, giving it a tight squeeze before I finally managed to whimper, "Why?" I began sobbing, my heart breaking at the sound of the monitor, as if it were mocking me. Moving his arm so I could lay down beside him, I brought his arm around me and glanced over at the plug. I cuddled into his side and broke down, gasping for air every few seconds, unable to see through my tears. "Harry, stop," I begged. "You promised you would never leave me." Wrapping my arms around him as I brought myself in closer, I whispered, "Please, don't leave me. Don't make me say goodbye." I longed to hear his voice again, to see that damn smile that made me weak in the knees. I waited to feel him pull me closer, to squeeze my hand, to do something. Nothing. It was then that the thought I'd tried so hard to push out of my mind came back: he's already gone

Notes

I was not happy with the whole 'fan meets star,' so this is my new story.
Hope you guys enjoy.