Harry: In Sickness and Health (Mini fanfic)
"Harry can you get me some ibuprofen?" I pleaded clenching ahold of my stomach once again.
"Of course love. Are you sure its just a stomach bug? You been on the couch for two days now." Harry questioned.
"Yeah I think so. I'll be fine."
"Okay. Well you need to take it easy. How about we watch a movie for tonight?" Harry suggested.
"Alright. You pick."
I wasn't surprised when the disc menu for Love Actually appeared on the screen. He pressed play and picked up a blanket from the closet. Next thing I knee he was draping it across my lap. He sat next to me on the couch my grabbing my shoulders shifting my position so that I was leaned back on his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around me slipping his warm hands under my shirt and resting them on my stomach. We watched the movie that I pretty much had all the words memorized too, we watched it that often. Every now and then I would have a sharp, piercing pain in my abdomen. Harry must've felt my abs tighten because every time those few seconds for misery hit me, he would kiss my cheek and rub small circles on my lower abdomen. The pain was almost too much to bear but I had to remain strong. I didn't want Harry to worry. At some point during the movie I had fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was woken up in bed with another with another stabbing cramp. I couldn't help but make a little whimper hoping that didn't wake Harry up. That little whimper turned into a full on cry.
"Harry?" I whispered while sitting up and bringing my knees to my chest.
"Is everything okay?" He mumbled in a tired voice.
I shook my head no as tears ran down my cheeks.
"I'm sorry love. Would you like some tea?" He compassionately offered.
"Mhhmm." I whimpered burying my head into my knees.
Harry lightly kissed the top of my head and tucked my long hair behind my ear. Suddenly there was a sour feeling in the back of my throat. I fought threw the pain and sprinted to bathroom. Soon after Harry was right behind me doing his best to comfort me but I was sorry to say nothing was going to help. When my stomach felt empty Harry picked me up bridal style and carried me back to bed.
"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I wish I could do more." He tried to soothe rubbing my back.
I didn't feel like replying.
"I'm going to go get your tea. I'll be right back." He spoke in his head voice.
Another burst of agonizing pain took over my stomach. It felt like a bomb had exploded and was slowing incinerating me from the inside out. I collapsed on my side clenching a pillow to my stomach and hiding my tears in it. Harry returned with the tea in his hand but as soon and he saw slumped over in excruciating affliction he almost threw it on the nightstand and ran to my side.
"Come here love. Its all going to be okay. Drink some tea for me."
I shook my head no.
"Please. It will help you feel better."
"No." I wept.
"Please for me?"
This was a question that no matter how much grief I was in, I couldn't deny. I tool a few sips before handing the cup back to him.
"That's my girl." He spoke while issuing me to lay down.
I wanted to curl up into a ball again but he wouldn't let me as he insisted in rubbing my stomach. It wasn't even a minute later when the familiar sour taste was back in my throat sending my to the bathroom once more. I was in too much pain to even attempted standing up and walking back to the bedroom. I hadn't even noticed Harry was there.
"Love, I think you need to go to the hospital."
"No." I cried. Hospitals were one of my biggest fears. Bad things always happened at hospitals.
"I know you are scared but they can help you." He tried to persuade me.
"No I can't." I whined.
"Y/N. You know you should do this." Harry insisted.
"But-"
"Come on."
I was in too much suffering to fight back. He picked me up just like he had last time and placed me on the bed. Part of me was convinced that he wasn't going to take me in but when he grabbed the car keys and walked to the garage I realized I was wrong. I heard the car start and soon enough Harry was back in.
"Come on put this on." He said assisting me in putting my his sweatshirt on. He once again picked along with the pillow I had been holding up and carried me out to the car.
"It's going to be alright." He reassured and kissed my forehead.
He laid me in the backseat and proceeded to the ER. Along the way he picked up his phone.
"Hi its Harry. Sorry to wake you but Y/N is really sick and I'm taking her to the hospital."
He was talking to my parents.
"Don't worry I've got her. Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."
We arrived at the hospital and were surprised to see it nearly vacant. I guess that made sense since it was nearly 3 a.m.
Harry carried me in and the nurses got me right into a room and began question us.
"Whats your name hun?" She asked.
I let Harry do the talking.
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen." Harry replied.
"Any allergies or medications you are on at the moment?"
"No."
"So whats the matter hun?"
I just looked at Harry, I really was too scared to respond.
"She has had really bad stomach pain for the past two days. We were just treating it like the stomach flu. Now she can't keep anything down and the pain is a lot worse." Harry replied.
"Y/N how bad is the pain on a scale of 1-10?" The nurse politely asked.
"One hundred million." I spoke up.
"Don't worry. I will go get you some medications. Just try to relax." She stated before leaving.
I tried to relax but the thought of being in the emergency room terrified me. Harry sat on the chair right beside my bed holding my hand tightly. Then the nurse was back.
"Alright hun. I just have to take some vitals... You definitely have a fever... But your blood pressure is fine... Your heart rate is a bit high but your nervous so it'll be fine. Here are some meds. There's one to help with the pain and one to help you sleep."
I hesitated but took the pills. The nurse left again.
"Love, relax. They are going to take care of you."
I couldn't help but be scared. I always had. I felt like I was going to cry again and Harry could tell. He came and sat on the bed bringing me in for a hug. Now a doctor came in. Harry tried to go back to his seat but I wouldn't let him.
"Hi Y/N. I'm just going to draw some blood to test. You may feel a small pinch." He spoke warm heartedly.
Great now there were needles. Another fear of mine.
"Thank you. We'll go test this and let you know as soon as we can."
The sleeping pill was beginning to kick in as it suddenly because almost impossible to keep my eyes open. Harry went back to his seat but this time pulled it closer. He places on hand under his sweatshirt on my stomach and the other stroking my hair.
"Get some sleep love. I'll be right here. I promise."
That was the last thing I remember. I woke up about three hours later when the pain pills wore off. Harry was in the exactly same position but his eyes a little droopier.
"Good morning!" He smiled.
I was still orienting myself.
"I have some bad news for you love. You have a minor peptic ulcer. But you are already on antibiotics and will probably be able to go home later today."
Just then I noticed the IV in my arm.
"Oh she's awake. Hello sweetheart." A familiar voice rang in my ear.
"Anne? Gemma? What are you doing here? It's six in the morning." I asked.
"Your parent asked us to come stay with you until they could get here. They are probably only an hour or so away by now." Gemma replied.
"Harry may I have a word with you?" The nurse from last night asked.
That made me nervous again.
"Of course." He responded before leaving me after gently kissing my forehead.
"Anne you didn't have to do this! What time did you get here?" I asked.
"Oh yes I did. We love you sweetheart. We got here about and hour or two ago." Gemma spoke with a caring tone.
"I love you guys too but I don't want to cause you any trouble."
"Its no trouble at all! Don't you even say that!" Anne replied sincerely.
"Why are Harry's eyes so droopy?" I questioned.
"He hasn't slept. He's just been staring at you all night." Gemma stated.
"He's been worries sick." Anne seconded.
"Oh no. This is the last thing I wanted to happen!" I exclaimed stressed.
That horrendous pain was back. I clenched my stomach in agony catching both of the girls attentions.
"Don't stress yourself out. Take it easy." Anne stated.
Harry walked in with the nurse.
"Here are some Vicodin and another antibiotic," The nurse said handing them to me. "How are you feeling?"
"Kind of better." I mumbled.
"Oh looks like your parents are here. I'll go find them." Anne projected. Her and Gemma left, the nurse following shortly after.
"Harry?" I muttered on the verge of tears.
"Yes?" He whispered taking a seat right next to me.
"I wanna go home." I cried into his chest. I couldn't stay trapped in this tiny white room any longer. I felt like I was going to burst of anxiety any moment.
"Love I know you are scared and don't like it here but they are going to help you. They won't hurt you." He attempted to comfort me.
"But-"
"Y/N!" My mother gasped.
"Mom? Dad?" I made out their faces through my watery eyes.
"Were here honey. How are you?" My father asked.
"O-okay." I stuttered my head not leaving Harry's chest.
"They'll have you out of here in no time." My father reassured.
"The nurses want see you guys for the insurance plan." Harry acknowledged.
"Okay, we will be right back." My parents replied exiting the room.
"Harry you need to go to sleep." I encouraged.
"No I'm fine."
"But you didn't sleep all night."
"I will not go to sleep until you are better. I don't want to get scared when I'm not her to protect you." He spoke in a tone that told me I couldn't persuade his action.
"Everything is worked out. Insurance will cover everything. The doctor is going to come check in you in a few minutes." My mother said.
My grip on Harry's hand tightened. He could feel my anxiety.
"Good morning Y/N! Well I have some good news and bad. The good news it you will be able to go home in a few hour and the bad news is you will have to lay low for a few days. The ulcer will heal itself with the help of some antibiotics but you need to try to limit your dairy intake and acidic foods." He spoke confident and kindly.
Great now I can't have my ice cream. This just keeps getting better and better.
"I can do that." I replied.
"And you don't need this IV anymore."
That was a relief. The doctor gently pulled the needle out of my arm.
"At least we didn't make you put a gown on." He tried to make me some some sign of emotion. I just gave a little smile.
"Thank you sir." Harry acknowledged.
"Thanks." Everyone else seconded.
"Your welcome." He replied while leaving.
"Harry go to sleep." I encouraged.
"Hows your stomach?" He responded.
"Don't change the subject on me. Go to sleep. And it hurts but its a dull pain now. Its tolerable." It was still horrible pain but not nearly as bad as it had been.
"I'm fine love."
"Harry you can head home. We can take care of her and bring her home later." My mother insisted.
"No no no I'm not leaving her."
"Fine. Well I'm going to try to go back sleep." I spoke hoping my action would help him do the same. I curled up into his chest just as I regularly would figuring it would put him in some kind of a 'trance' where he would fall asleep with me. At this point I was more concerned about him than myself. He wrapped his arms around my back and on to my stomach. I was amazed how much the presence of his hand eased my ail. Soon after he was yawning and I knew it wouldn't be long before he was out. Unfortunately I was out before he was.
"Y/N, Y/N wake up! You can go home now." Gemma implored.
I oriented myself to find Harry in deep sleep. My plan was a success. I was depressed to feel the burning sensation still in my boated stomach.
"Ugh can I have another pain pill?" I pleaded.
"Have some Advil. Your mom went to pick up your antibiotics from the pharmacy and is going to drop them off your house you when you get home." The nurse handed me a pill and some water.
"Harry wake up." Gemma spoke with a sisterly slap on the shoulder.
"We can go home." I added with tired excitement.
We checked out in a hurry and drove home. I was happy just to be on my feet again as is so words couldn't describe how overjoyed I was to leave my living nightmare. Once we got home, Harry babied me to say the least. He did everything he could to make sure I didn't lift a finger. Our next few days was filled of movies, cuddling and a whole lot of appreciation towards the best boyfriends anyone could ever ask for.