The Nurse

.............. Days are passing with time, but not for our beloved Harry Styles... He's stuck in a rigid room, lying in one position at all times. What might be the change to this system, and will the human statue of Harry move or will it stay still in the end? ...............

A new story line, with a massive intellectual reflection of romance, drama, and thrilling events.

Quote: Rebeca: " You are a good listener aren't you? I would pay anything to hear you talk instead of me for once..."


38. Miss. Lane!

…. Later That Day (At the Hospital) ….

Rebeca’s POV:

I really was glad that Anne was accepting Harry and I as an item, and it made me more relaxed when we sat together with her in the morning. I finished my assigned shift, and took off my white coat. “Hey! (She approaches me and hugs me.) I didn’t see you today girly. How was your weekend?” I smiled and hugged Angela back, it felt like ages since I last saw her; maybe because this weekend had a lot of drama and events. I pulled a chair and so did she, and we sat there gossiping about how she spent her holidays. I couldn’t tell her about mine no matter what, because I swore on secrecy and my career life could be threatened if I expose this.“So how about yours?” She smiled and thank God my phone rescued me by ringing instantly. “I’ll be right back.” I stood up and went outside to the hall way, far enough from anyone to hear me:

.. Phone Conversation ..

Me: “Rebeca Lane speaking, who’s calling?”

Rosa: “Miss Lane! Please Hurry up there has been an emergency! Mr. Styles is really weak and he w-… (My body shot electricity from the horror; I cut her off and panicked.)”


.. End of Phone Conversation ..

“Rebeca what’s wrong!? Why is your face yellow!?” Angela was shocked how I was trembling from fear and worry, I can’t believe it! I ran and took my purse; I didn’t even bother answering her. I was waving like a crazy person for taxis to stop as my eyes were tilting tears of worry on my beloved prince. I yelled at the driver and he directly took away in the fastest speed possible to Harry’s place. I just sat there praying and crying like a little girl who lost her first baby tooth. I just couldn’t concentrate to even imagine what kind of situation my Harry might be in!

…. After Arriving ….

I saw everyone just standing there and Harry was moaning from pain, the guys, his mom, and even the guards were circulating him from all the sides. “Rebeca please come see what’s wrong quick!” Anne spoke as her tears flushed down like a draining sink of depression; I wiped my face and walked to his bed. “Harry? (He turned his chin and looked at me as I saw him having an empty breathing order.) Baby where are you hurting, tell me.” I maintained my calm tone, because I didn’t want him to get freaked out more. But, wait a minute; why is he wearing swimming trunks? And why is he dry, and no drop of water is touching his skin? Oh god this is getting complicated more and more, hold on angel... Hold on.

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