My head was spinning. I sat up in my bed. Everything looked fuzzy. When I tried to walk, I floated, like I was on the moon. I floated over to Hallie. Her hair had gotten tangled when she slept. I tried to brush a stray piece of hair from her face, but my hand just went through it. I looked at my hand skeptically, before proceeding down the hallway. I saw Niall in the waiting room chair, with his head in his hands. I hoped that wasn't because of me. I drifted down the hallway until I reached Janie's room. I gasped when I saw her.
She looked nothing like Hallie had. Her skin was as pale as a ghost and her eyes were closed. I couldn't stop looking at her. Was this what I looked like? Because obviously I wasn't really walking around the hospital. If I was, my hand wouldn't have gone through Hallie. Unless I was dead. I shook the thought away. I couldn't be dead. I'm not dead.
I roamed the hallways, just looking at the sick people confined to their white beds.
I watched one man die. I walked into his room as a nurse was furiously typing on her keyboard. Sweat trickled down her face. On the bed was a man with IVs hooked up to him everywhere possible. I looked at the computer screen, watching it indicate his breathing was slowing. The nurse called for assistance, but no one came. She fixed cords and tried to pump more oxygen in him. The computer beeped once, signaling the man was gone. The nurse moved to the edge of the man's bed and cried. Her head fell into her hands and her whole body shook. I felt so bad for her. It wasn't her fault the man had died. It was his time.
I left the room slowly and returned to my bed. I hoped I wasn't dead too.
I woke up with a start. My head hurt and my body shook. It was cold in here. I realized that a chilly breeze was coming in from the open window behind me. I quickly closed it. Returning back to my bed, I picked up a book from the side table. I had never noticed it there before. The cover read, 'Guest Book.'
I opened to the first page and I started to read.
'First Visit: Mrs. Mary Thomas.
Record: She visited on September 5th, 2012, the day all three victims were admitted into the hospital.'
Then there was a section where the visitor could write something.
'Hallie, I love you. I hope you come out of this coma you are in so I can see your beautiful face light up like it always has. The doctor's informed me that there might be some brain damage, but I know you can overcome this. You've always been so strong. Harry and Janie are making some progress. Harry has moved once. It's a good sign! Janie's heartbeat level has remained constant, so she is healthy. I can't wait to see you when you wake up! Love, Mom.'
A silent tear slid down my cheek. I put the book down and rested my head on my pillow as more tears began to flow. I didn't know why I was crying, the tears just came.
Then something moved. I heard a creak of a bed. I whipped my head around to Harry on the bed next to me. The curtains were open so I could see him. It had been my request. He remained still. I sighed and walked over to him. I shouldn't be getting out of bed, but I felt fine, so the doctors could come in here and yell at me themselves if it really was that big of a deal.
I placed my hand tenderly on his. He was warm. Wait, he was warm?? Baffled, i felt his face.
His eyes shot open.
I jumped and let a little yelp loose. Realizing it was about 4am and everyone else in the hospital was asleep, I quickly covered my mouth.
"Hallie?" Harry slurred my name, so it sounded more like, "Haye?"
I quickly walked over to him, "What's wrong, Harry?" My voice shook. He was awake. Harry was awake!
"C'mere." He slurred again. I took a step closer to him. "No, lean in."
I did as he asked.
And he kissed me. Passionately. When we finally came back up for air, he placed his hands on my waist. "Don't ever scare me like that again." he said scolding.
"Scare you how?" I teased.
"Get kidnapped! Get shot! I watched you get shot you know. After I realized he was lying about killing you. Scared the crap outta me." He said and I knew he meant it. His eyes began to get wet.
"No, now I won't be having any of that." I said taking a tissue and wiping his now falling tears away.
"I thought I'd lost you," He said, his words were choked.
"Well, you didn't. I'm here and you're here and that's all that matters," I said, hopping up to sit next to him on his bed.
He smiled and nodded. Then worry struck his face again. "But, where's Janie?"
"She's in a coma. Just like you about five minutes ago." I said solemnly.
"Oh," he replied glumly.
I didn't mean to, but I yawned.
"Are you tired?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around me.
"Yes," I admitted.
"I thought so," He said disappointed. "I just don't want to let you go, now that you're safe here."
I nodded. "I know what you mean." Then I got an idea. I jumped off his bed and started pushing mine to his.
"What are you doing?" He asked, confusion in his voice.
"You'll see!" I said, pushing his bed to mine to close the small distance between them. I pulled all the curtains closed and scurried back to sit next to him. "Now we don't have to be apart," I said sheepishly.
He laughed and pecked me lightly on the lips. "I love it," he said, curling up on the now queen size bed and patting the space next to him.
I obliged and he wrapped his arms around me. Tomorrow we'd both be home. The thought pleased me. And besides, if Harry woke up, Janie wouldn't be too far behind.
I fell asleep in Harry's arms.