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..."


64. Not Happening

Rebeca's POV:


I clipped my earrings on (, and walked outside with Angela to leave off for this meeting. We went downstairs and we saw Harry and Niall, both shirtless and in sweats, just sitting on the couches groaning from last night’s winery drinking session. Thank goodness neither I nor Angela drank more than a glass yesterday; or else we wouldn’t have gone to fulfill our duties in the hospital.

“We’re leaving! Do need anything when I come back?” I stood in front of Harry, while Angela threw a smile to Niall. “(He scanned me from head to toe carefully, and then looked at me.) You’re honestly going out with your tummy showing off like that?” Oh Harry stop being over protective, although I find you more attractive when you do that! “(I smirked.) It’s not like I’m going out in my swimsuit babe.” He shook his head and chuckled lightly. “Perhaps if that ever happened, I would load you with a winter coat before you’d step outside.” I shook my head and leaned down to kiss him, as his sneaky finger poked my belly button and I laughed a little loud; I’m ticklish what can I do? “Not so loud Rebeca please!” Niall whined as he rubbed his head, and I mouthed: “Sorry” to him.

“I love you.” Harry poked my nose and I blushed. “I love you too; call me if you guys need anything.” He nodded as we started to walk outside. “Wait! Um, Angela? Are you going to be back here?” Niall asked like a little child with so much enthusiasm, I winked at her; and her cheeks flushed. “I guess so; I still need to take my clothes.” He smiled and spoke back: “Great, I’ll see you soon hopefully!” She smiled at him, and I rolled my eyes because we will be late if I left those two looking at each other playfully. “Come along Angie.” I dragged her hand in mine and we went outside.

…. At the Hospital ….

We sat for like an hour in this hall with all of the nursing members discussing new rules, and time table checks. It was really useless, but apparently attending such stuff is a must; how should I know and this is like my first year around here? I stood up from my seat and slid to the bathroom, I just needed a break from the boring orientation.

As I walked closer to the bathroom, a male figure caught my eye; I know these shoulders and that haircut… “Dad?!” He turned his back and was astonished of seeing me, it’s like this was the last thing he wanted right now. “Hey pumpkin. (He kissed my cheek and embraced me.) What are you doing here?” I crossed my hands over my chest and scanned him for something I was deeply sure he was hiding. “Dad, you know this is the hospital that I work in. Why are you here?” He scratched the back of his neck and sighed.

“Well, your m-…” He was interrupted by a doctor coming out of the room: “Mr. Lane, we just checked on her. She’s recovering but not fast enough. I advise you to take her back to the US, since her medication is not compatible with the one over here. I hope she recovers faster.” Who?! What?! When?! Where!? Why?! I lost my mind, since the only person that came in my mind is my mother. I ran inside the room, and there she was, buttoning her shirt and breathing deeply.

“Mom what’s going on…?” She lifted her head in surprise, I didn’t even know that I started crying in silence; she ran to me and hugged me tight as ever. “Shhh… I’ll be ok, it’s nothing … I have the initiative of Leukemia… it’s been since last Easter, but I’m recovering so far… Don’t cry munchkin…” I couldn’t stop myself from crying deeper now that I knew; that my own mother has Blood Cancer… this is not happening… No this is a dream; please God let this be a nightmare… please!

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