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Harry's POV
It had been weeks since the accident and although Charlie was healing nicely there was still no signs of her waking up. I started to lose hope every day and the only thing that kept me going was seeing our baby girl getting stronger and becoming more awake. The doctor said I could finally hold her and take her out of that stupid box, which made me happy but also sad at the same time. Charlie should have been the first to hold her... She should have had a normal birth and held our baby girl after doing all the work.
I watched as the doctor carefully brought Rosie over to me and set her in my arms, now free of tubes and wires. She squirmed a little and fussed at first, but I gently rocked her which seemed to calm her down quite a bit. She was so tiny in my arms and I almost felt like I was going to crush her, but she had a strong grip on my finger which helped remind me that she was going to be okay.
"Hi princess. It feels good to get out of that box doesn't it?" I said to her as I kissed her nose, smiling softly as the corner of her mouth twitched up in a smile.
She was so precious and I knew that no matter what happened I would always be there for her and protect her. I would give my life for her, just like I would for Charlie. I still felt guilty about that night. I felt like I should have insisted on driving her or even told her not to go at all. There was so much that could have been done differently, but I was beginning to realize that no matter what I thought or wished would have happened it wouldn't change how things are now.
"What do you say, kiddo. Want to go see mummy?" I asked her as I carried her to the ICU where Charlie still laid in her bed.
Charlie had a bit more color in her face today, but at this point I gave up feeling hopeful over slight things like that after being told many times that there was still no change in her brain activity despite how much I had seen from her the past week. I saw her eyes twitch and her fingers a couple times, but the doctor said it was normal and would happen every once in a while. I sighed softly and walked over to gently sit beside her on the bed.
"Rosie's here, baby. I finally got to hold her. She's so tiny. The doctor said I can take her home, but I don't want to leave just yet so we're going to move into your room for a little while. I think she wants her mummy." I said, tearing up a little as I gently placed Rosie on her chest so their cheeks were together.
I watched as our daughter seemed to snuggle closer to her, feeling my heart breaking as I wished she could just wake up and see how much our baby girl needed her. Rosie shifted a bit and let out a soft whimper. As I took her back I noticed that Charlie's finger twitched again, but I ignored it and got a bottle ready for Rosie so she could eat. I sat in the chair beside Charlie's bed and fed her, watching as she ate contently. After burping her she fell asleep on my shoulder and I took the chance to get some sleep as well, gently shifting her down so she was snuggled into my chest as I dozed off a little.
That became the routine for a few more days. I would put Rosie by Charlie for a while so she could be close to her mother and at least feel what it was like. I fed and changed her, playing with her from time to time. Eventually her parents came back and I was humming softly to Rosie as I walked around the room with her, frowning when I saw the looks on their faces.
"Harry... We think it's time..." Her mother said to me.
I stopped moving and shook my head.
"No... She needs more time. She's going to pull through." I argued.
"Harry, it's been almost a month. There have been no changes in her brain activity and I know she wouldn't want to be stuck like this for the rest of her life. It's no way to live." James said.
"She won't be like this for the rest of her life, James. You're not even giving her a chance!" My voice rose which made Rosie whimper a bit, but I was too pissed off to notice.
"You're not married to her so it's not your decision. Say your goodbyes because they're shutting them off tonight." He said.
"You son of a bitch! You're killing your daughter!" I yelled, my eyes watering as Rosie started crying from the loud noise. "Get out!"
Laura tried to talk to me but James pulled her out and I tried to soothe Rosie back to sleep, struggling to keep myself calm. I couldn't handle this. My mum came back from getting coffee and I just gave Rosie to her then rushed out of the room, running outside as I struggled to get a decent breath. I dropped to my knees and put my head in my hands, wheezing a bit as a panic attack hit. I had been getting them since the accident and this was the worst one yet.
"Harry? You alright?"
Jason rushed over, setting the flowers he got down on the sidewalk as he put his hand on my back.
"T They're going to kill her." I choked out, letting him hug me as I struggled to calm down.
It took me along while but I finally got my breathing back to normal, though I was still crying because I knew that if she didn't pull through by six o'clock tonight she was going to die and I wasn't ready for that. She still had so much ahead of her and it didn't seem fair that they were pulling the plug so soon.
"I know it doesn't seem like it, but it's going to be alright, Harry. You have to be strong for Rosie. She needs you." Jason said softly.
"She needs her mum." I said quietly as I wiped my cheeks. "I don't think I can live without her..."
"You can and you will. Even if you did try anything stupid like that you know damn well she would kick your ass for leaving Rosie as soon as you got there." He said, causing a weak laugh to fall from my lips.
I knew he was right, but I didn't want to think about going on with life and raising our daughter without her. Jason eventually got me to go back upstairs with him and I quietly apologized to my mum for rushing off, giving her and Rosie a kiss on the cheek before I went over to sit with Charlie. I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible before the time came.
"Charlie... If you're going to make some miracle happen you need to do it soon. Please, baby. Please wake up." I begged quietly as I kissed her hand, holding it close to me.
I stayed by her side for the rest of the day, leaving my mum to watch Rosie for me and keep her happy. I knew I should be with her, but I just couldn't leave Charlie's side. The clock struck six and I watched as her parents and the doctor stepped in. Her parents said their goodbyes then stepped back. I refused to leave her side, keeping her hand in mine as the doctor unhooked her IV and shut off the heart monitor.
"She'll stop breathing when I unhook this..." The doctor said to me as he left the breathing tube for last.
I simply nodded and stared at her sleeping face as he unhooked it, waiting for her chest to stop moving up and down now that there wasn't a machine breathing for her. However, her chest kept moving at the same pace, rising up and down with each breath she took. I sniffled a bit and looked up at him.
"Why isn't she stopping?" I asked him, seeing that he looked confused as well.
My gaze then shifted to her parents who were equally confused, but my attention was quickly diverted to my hand as I felt hers squeeze it. It was weak, but it was there and I looked at her face hoping for a miracle.
"Charlie? Baby, can you hear me?" I asked, cupping her cheek in my free hand as I watched for any sign of her waking up.
Just as I was about to give up hope I heard her choke on the tube that was in her throat and the doctor quickly got it out, a loud gasp coming from her as she took in a deep breath and coughed a bit. Seconds later her eyes slowly opened and she looked over at me with those big blue eyes that matched our daughter's. My eyes filled with tears as I stared back at her, wondering if this was just a dream.
"Charls?" I asked again, my voice breaking.
"Haz..." She whispered, her voice hoarse and quiet but loud enough for me to hear her.
I let out a sob of relief and leaned down to kiss her quickly and hugged her as tightly as I could without hurting her.
"Oh my god." I choked out, bringing her closer to me and kissing her a bunch of times.
"The baby..." She whispered as she put her hand on my arm to get my attention.
"Rosie is just fine. My mum has her. I'll go get her for you." I kiss her head, seeing the relief fall over her features after hearing that our baby was okay.
I stand up and glance at her parents who were shocked, simply shaking my head at them before going to find my mother. I wasn't sure if I could ever forgive them for what they did, but for the time being my focus was on Charlie and our daughter. I finally found my mum and after telling her Charlie was awake I took Rosie and brought her back to the room as the doctor was finishing checking her vitals. Her gaze immediately fell upon the bundle in my arms and I could see her eyes water a bit as I brought her over and gently placed our baby girl in her arms, helping her hold her because I knew she was still weak.
"She's beautiful." Charlie whispered, kissing Rosie's head gently and holding her close.
I smiled as I watched them, feeling so relieved that she was okay and finally holding our baby girl who seemed very happy to be in her mother's arms. I kiss Charlie's head gently and stay close to her as we looked at our daughter together, just like how it was supposed to be.

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