Tough Love

April Parker's life is a mess... Then she meets a boy, and he helps her through life. Will she learn how to love again? Or will the one person she starts to love leave? April doesn't want to take chances. She doesn't want to be left behind again... Will she make thing better? Or end up pushing him away?


17. Chapter seventeen: Wake up

I woke up in a white room, beeping machines surrounding me. I found myself struggling with the fact that I was lying on a hospital bed with tubes attached to my arms and a weird thing on my finger. How am I still alive? 

I turn my head right to see a machine monitoring my heartbeat, and left was a curtain. I blinked several times, trying to vanquish the feeling of drowsiness. I looked around the small room, thinking about many things. I can't remember anything after Harry found me in the basement. I wondered how I'd gotten to the hospital, how long I'd been unconscious, and a million other things. 

A few minutes later, Jade walked into the room. "April! You're awake!" She yelled. "Thank God!" She ran up towards the bed, her eyes wet with tears threatening to fall. I noticed someone missing. 

"Where's Harry?" I coughed. I felt so weak. 

Jade pulled the curtain back and there on the bed was a face I had been dying to see. Harry blinked, his gaze instantly shooting towards my resting form. When he saw that I was awake his body suddenly tensed and his eyes widening slightly. Before I could blink he was out of bed and into the chair next to me as he inched closer. 

"You're awake," he sighed, relief evident. I offered him a weak smile. "God, you scared me," he blinked hard, shaking his head gently. "I thought I'd lost you…" he asserted in a tormented whisper. "You lost so much blood, April. So much blood," he murmured, grabbing my hand and holding it against him. He squeezed it gently, placing a kiss to my fingers before meeting my gaze. He didn't release my hand, holding it close to his face, as if touching me might keep me there, might assure him that I wasn't going anywhere. 

"I'm so tired," I admitted softly, finding it difficult to speak, my voice rough. He noticed, and moved to hand me a glass of water that had been set at my bedside. I tried to lift my head and my hands to reach for it, but pathetically realized even that much exertion was exhausting. He winced as he watched me, before gently tilting my head and helping me take a slow sip of the water. I drank it gratefully, sipping until I finished the glass. 

"Thank you," I tried once again to smile at him, wishing I could ease the tension etched across his face. "How long was I out?" I croaked as I tried to turn towards him, if only slightly. He hesitated. 

"You were unconscious for three days, love. We were all beginning to worry you wouldn't wake up." I cringed. Three days. 

"Harry," I managed, forcing the next words from my lips. "What happened?" He was wearing a hospital gown like me. 

"Paul was going to kill you. I took the bullet." I wasn't sure how to feel about that. How was I supposed to feel? Flattered? Safe? Guilty? Angry? Instead I just thanked him. "My hero," I smiled. 

"I had to save my damsel in distress, it was my honor." He teased, I stuck out my tounge laughing. 

Jade cleaned her throat. "Hey, I helped too you know." I tried to laugh, but immediately winced in pain. 

Suddenly April let out a loud moan. "What's wrong?" I asked and she grimaced in pain. 

"It... hurts." She said in between gasping breathes. Her eyes were shut tight, the pain was too much for her and she lost conciousness.

I hugged her against me like I was trying to shield her from the pain. I squeezed her hand, "I'll be right here when you wake up" I said. If you wake up I immediately shook my head to get rid of that dreadful thought. I sighed, and looked over at Jade. She was staring at her, her face filled with guilt. I turned my focus to the door, where I saw a doctor and a nurse talking. They were outside of the door, so I only heard murmurs until I slowly walked up to the door. 

"I don't think the poor girl will last much longer, she lost to much blood to recover," the nurse said. I looked over at April's pale face and still body. Will I ever see her again? I wondered how long she had left or if she'd even wake up. 

"Can we do surgery?" the doctor asked. 

"No.. We don't have enough of her blood type. I don't think there is anything else we can do." the nurse answered. I couldn't take it anymore, I opened the door and stared at them both with fierce eyes. 

"So that's it? You're just going to let her die?" I asked, my voice rising with anger. They both looked surprised to see me. The doctor walked off, leaving us to talk in private. She leaned forward and took one of my hands. 

"Mr. Styles, I'm very sorry about your girlfriend, but I'm not going to kid you. She's lost a lot of blood due to her multiple injures. She's very weak and the next few days will decide the outcome. But we're doing all that we can, she's a strong young lady. I understand this is a lot to take in, but please feel free to ask questions." She said kindly. She had warm caring eyes, a relaxed easy smile, and a charming, calm, voice. My anger melted away, there was no point in getting mad. 

Jade walked up behind me, "Can we give blood?" She said looking at the doctor hopeful. 

"Yes, but the patient has a very rare blood type." She said to her. I had no idea what my blood type was and the look on Jade's face said she didn't know hers either. 

After seeing our dazed looks she continued, "Dr. Howard will take a small amount of blood from both of you and run some tests to find out your type, it'll take a few days." My heart was pounding and I became lightheaded, dizzy, and hot. I was shaking and cold and felt sick to my stomach. A few of days! What do you mean a few days!? She could be dead by then! I need answers now! I screamed in my head. I opened my mouth to argue but the doctor was already pulling me and Jade away. She took us down a narrow hallway into a room. There were two separate beds, both laying next to each other. Two nurses told me and Jade to lay down while they took blood samples. Jade went first and it was over in a minute or two. 

After I got my blood drawn, I walked straight back to April's room. The doctor said that she'd be fine until the surgery, but she hasn't moved since I came back in. I sighed, then glanced at the motionless body lying, pale, in the hospital bed. It's my fault she's in here and with each passing moment the void in my heart grows bigger. 

The next day, they allowed me to go home with strict instructions to dress my wound every two hours. But I didn't go home. Instead, I joined everyone in April's room.

"Harry, go home and get some rest please," Jade begs, "We'll take good care of April, we promise."

"No," I refuse.

"Come on, Haz. If not for us then for April?" Says Gemma.

Defeated, I sigh. "You've been bugging me for the past half hour so I guess I'll go, but can you give me a moment." They nod immediately and shuffle out of the room.

I pull up a seat next to April, and take her hand in mine. "I wish you'd wake up. I miss the sound of your voice and your laughter... I miss you. Please wake up soon." I kiss her forehead and get up to leave.

When I got home I ran upstairs and into the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I stripped off my shirt and turned the shower on. I sat in the tub and put my head in my hands. The pain refused to be ignored no matter how much I tried to fight it. My tears wouldn't stop, my trembling wouldn't cease. I sat in the shower, trying to stifle my crying as the water poured down on me. This is my fault. I let him do this to her. It’s all my fault.

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