Both me and Liam are freezing in these plastic chairs. I've always hated hospitals, and I made a promise to myself not to come here again since my dad's passing, 2 years ago.
"People for Morgan Watts?" a small lady in purple scrubs ask. We both get up and walk over to her, towering over her.
"Hi Morgan is awake," thats all I can hear as I push past the nurse and walk over to a room labeled with her name. The room is plain and boring with barely only color.
She's laying underneath the covers with her back facing me. I carefully walk over to her side and kneel down so I'm eye level with her.
"Hi" I smile at her.
"Hi" she says smiling back. The color has came back to her skin but her eyes are still drooping.
"Please don't ever do that to me again." I say kissing the tip of her nose. She laughs lightly and nods.
"Uh Harry? These are forms for her, and they want me back, you too in less than an hour." Liam says walking in and handing me the papers. He goes over to Morgan and dips his head down and whispers something in her ear and she nods after he gives her a kiss on the forehead.
I start filling out the obvious stuff on forms but the more complicated stuff I ask her. I don't wanna ask her some of the questions but I have to.
"Any previous surgeries?"
"Yeah." I'm surprised at her answer but I quickly write the answer down.
"Um....are you pregnant?" I ask trying to cough out my embarrassment. She laughs and shakes her head.
"Okay, good uh, um last time you got your...period?" I ask coughing this time. Its personal stuff and even though I know her well, I don't need to know everything.
"Um 2 weeks. Harry, if its going to help the doctors save my life in any way, ask the damn question." She tells me smiling. I laugh and nod and we finish all the forms out. Later a older male wearing a white coat comes in and introduces himself.
"Ahh, the famous Harry Styles!" He says smiling and shaking my hand. I politely smile back and sit back down in a chair next to her. I take her small, fragile hand and incase it in mine.
"Friend?" He asks me, referencing to Morgan.
"Uh, ya." I can't say girlfriend because of Briana...who still hasn't given me back the results.
"So you took a pretty bad fall? Or what really was it?" She breathes and collects herself before she speaks.
"Um beating. My ex, all over my body." She explains. I feel crushed as she gives more details. I wasn't there for her, to protect her and I feel guilt rush through my body. But I have to be strong for Morgan. I zone out as they look over the charts and forms but snapped back into reality when I hear the word 'surgery'.
"Can you repeat that?" I ask looking up.
"Morgan's X-rays show that there's some tissue and other things that need to be looked at and the only way is to do through surgery. The surgery would be about 90 minutes long and recovery is 1-2 weeks. Its tomorrow at 5 in the afternoon." He says smiling at both of us.
"What are the chances of her surviving with her injuries?" I ask the doctor ignoring Morgan's facial expressions.
"Very good, I would say 85/15." He says. 15% of her dying? They better do their best fucking job.
"Morgan, you're very lucky Harry saw you and came here, or you would have possibly died by your injuries." The doctor tells me and walks out of the room.
"You can't have the surgery then!" I say standing up, letting go of her hand.
"Cause I have a show then! I want to be here for you!" I say walking around
"Harry, you can't. You can see me when I get out. I'll be fine." She croaks.
"What if you're not?" I ask quietly, sitting back in the chair next to her bed and remembering her chances. My emotions are getting to me and I don't like that. It's hard to keep them in and I hate when people see me in such a weak state.
"Harry. Look at me." She says brushing my hair and grabbing one of my hands.
"I will be fine, and so will you. I'll be right here waiting for you, you won't worry about me, because when you worry you get all nervous and can't contain yourself." She says looking into my green eyes.
"Now, go! You have to rehearse, and tell them I have surgery tomorrow; but nothing else." She says holding my cheek. I take her hand off of my face and kiss it.
"Okay. Bye. I'll see you tomorrow before you go in." She nods and slowly leans up, and I rush in my lips kissing her soft ones. Its gentle and sweet and I'm afraid I'll break her. I kiss her on the bridge of her nose and grab my jacket, walking out of the room.
Utter pain. I'm in so much pain I can barely move and I just want to lay still or sleep. I loved that Harry came in even though he didn't have to but it hurts me that he's trying so hard, but its doesn't help.
I really did think I was going to die from bleeding in those hallways. I have no clue what happened to Tyler but I never want to see his face again. Images from yesterday are still in my head and I would do anything to get the pictures of him touching me and hitting me gone.
I feel so dirty and violated sitting here with all these bruises that remind me of him hurting me.
I wish that Harry was here with me or at least Liam, but they have their own lives, and careers while mine is put on hold.
"Ms. Watts?" A nurse comes in.
I look up at her, showing her, I'm listening.
"You have another visitor." She says flatly and leaves the room.