Stuck In A Nightmare

Seven

I felt someone bump into the side of my bed and swear loudly .  

"Harry?" I say fluttering my eyes trying to keep them open.  

"Oh..erm..yeah." He says embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck."Sorry I woke  

you."  

"No problem....what time is it?"  

I looked around the room, trying to locate a clock. 

"10:00 why?" He asks sitting on the edge of my bed making it sink a little.  

"I go into surgery soon." I reply throwing my head back onto the pillow.  

"Surgery?" He asks arching an eyebrow. 

Now I know who's been listening. 

"My leg." I reply pointing to the shape of my leg under the thin hospital  

sheets. 

"Oh." 

I sit up in my bed and stare intensely at him.  

What the heck? He's wearing a hospital gown and smirks as he sees I've noticed  

his appearance . 

"Like what you see?" He says jokingly. 

Ewwww no.  

I rolled my eyes and continued talking, still half asleep. 

"So how's Louis and the rest of them? They ok?" I ask trying to change the  

subject before he says anything else ill regret listening about later. 

"Well Louis is having a lung problem but the doctors say its nothing big. It's  

probably a result from getting hit too hard in the chest." He replies sounding  

like he's said it many times and exhausted.  

His curls were pushed away from his face,I'm guessing for his cut to be healed.  

He continued, "Zayn apparently had not been touched at all, same with Liam.  

Niall, well he's forgotten a bit. Temporary memory loss. They guess it's because  

of a traumatic experience."  

I nodded, trying not to fall asleep on Harry.  

"Harry I thought you were supposed to be resting too."  

He nodded, his cheeks Turing a hint of red.  

"I wanted to spend time with you when I woke up, Jess."  

Awwwwwww... I cooed silently to myself.  

There was a knock at the door and Harry quickly got up and threw himself under  

the covers on his own bed.  

"Come in!" I yelled with all the strength I had left in my vocal cords. I must  

have been yelling last night because my voice was strained. 

The door eerily cracked open,slamming shut behind whoever was coming in. 

"Ms.field, nice to see that your awake. Ready to go into surgery?" The doctor  

questioned looking over at Harry who was trying to act nonchalant.  

"Um...yeah. Am I gonna be put to sleep?" I asked fear flooding back at the  

thought of being drugged again.  

"Yes. You will wake up in about 3 hours but you might feel a little weird. It'll  

ware off after a while though." he replied flashing me a reassuring smile.  

No.  

Last time I was drugged, things did not end well. I don't even know what  

happened. Who knows what I might say with the drug in my system. 

"Is it mandatory for me to get drugged?" I ask hinting that I obviously didn't  

want be drugged under any circumstances.  

"Yes. It's mandatory." He replies trying to make sure I hear him clearly. 

I'm not deaf ok. I heard you clearly.  

I bit my tongue so I wouldn't say anything sarcastic or smart that would get me  

in trouble. 

I just nodded my head and he walked over to the side of my bed.  

A few nurses come through the door and he puts a mask on me. I glance over to  

Harry who gives me a thumbs up and an encouraging smile. I close my eyes and  

inhale deeply. I hear the doctor pull up the metal bars on the sides of my  

hospital bed and I hear the sound of the wheels rolling down the hallway into a  

room. I clear my mind and expect to wake up in the room with Harry beside me,  

stroking my hair promising that everything would be better from now on. 

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