Sarah went to Harry's room every night for the next week, with the help of Louis of course.
She was released from the hospital a week later. Her arms were still to weak to use crutches so she was confined to a wheel chair, and hated every minute of it.
Two weeks later and she was back in school, and the boys had arranged to move Harry to a hospital just thirty minutes from her house. They had to go back on tour, but came to visit him whenever they could.
At first she had refused to go to school, but eventually her parents had made her a deal.
Susane picked her up in the mornings and brought her to the hospital after school. Her parents picked her up at nine o'clock, and on weekends she spent the night at the hospital.
She was constantly texting the boys, but mostly Louis telling then about Harry. She felt a wave of sadness and hopelessness every time she had to tell them that nothing had changed, and he was still in a coma.
Every night she pleaded with God to let him wake up, and was dissapointed everytime she saw him lying unconcious in the bed.
Her friends tried to comfort her, but really they were just smothering her
It had now been a month since the accident, and Susane was taking her to the doctor to check on her left arm which had been badly cut and needed stitches.
Everything had healed well so the doctor took off the bandages on her arm. He also checked her broken arm and diagnosed that the cast could come off in two weeks.
She was really excited, because that meant she could use her crutches instead of the dumb wheelchair.
Her legs had healed, but they were badly scarred and they were still very weak and couldn't support her full body weight. She wore pants to hide the scars, and no one said anything because it was now November and it was starting to get cold.
Susane let her drive home now that she could use her arm again.
Rosy had also made a full recovery and was now running around the house like nothing had happened.
Another two weeks of therapy, and her arms were strong enough to use her crutches, but her doctor had instructed her to wait another week before using her crutches. She was upset but agreed.
He didn't want her to put to much strain on her arm right after she had gotten her cast off.
At least she was able to manuver herself in a and out of her whelchair to her car, and could drive herself.
A week passed and she started learning how to use her crutches. It took a while, but she finally got the hang of it.
It was now early December so she pulled on her jacket and hopped on her crutches to her dresser and grabbed her car keys. She stopped when she saw Harry's beanie laying on top of her mirror, he had been wearing it at the tine of the accident. She pulled it down and put it on, somehow it gave her hope that he would wake up.
She was skipping school and going straight to the hospital. Harry was getting both of his casts off today and she wanted to be there.
Since it was Friday she spent the night with him, and fell asleep with her head resting on her outstretched arm gripping his hand.
She was shaken awake by a nurse who asked her to step in the hall for moment. Why did they need to go in the hall? It wasn't like Harry could hear them, and for somebl strange reason the nurse had a huge smile plastered on her face. What was going on?
"What is it?"
"I have good news."
Good news. Well she hadn't heard any of that in a while.
"What?" She inquired
"While you were asleep Mr. Styles woke up."
Her mouth dropped open.
"What!" She gasped.
"He pushed the call button and we came in thinking it was you who had pushed it, but he was laying there staring up at us, and you were asleep."
"Why didn't you wake me?" She said throwing up he hands.
A feeling ran over her and made her feel so much better, she couldn't describe it. All she knew was that she was glad Harry had finally woken up after three months.
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She immediatly called Louis after she had been informed thay Harry had woken up and Louis and the others were on their way there right now.
The next time Harry woke up she was at school. She began to grow frustrated.
Ever since the day he woke up she had worn his hat, it was like her good look charm.
After school one day she was sitting beside Harry's bed watching him sleep while replying to some tweets from fans asking about Harry when she heard a groan.
She looked up and saw the familiar green eyes gazing down at her.
"Harry?" She shot forward and hugged him.
His strong arms wrapped around her back and pulled her close.
"Sarah I'm so sorry." He looked upset.
"It wasn't your fault Harry." To make sure he got the point she kissed him.
He responded by grabbing her waist and pulling her onto the bed so that she was straddling his lap. It took her a minute, and some pain, put she eventually settled on her kness trying to even out her weight.
He kissed her hard then pulled away breathless.
"I love you."
A tear fell down his cheek and she used her thumb to wipe it away.
"I love you too."
She leaned in and their lips met once again.
They were interupted by four boys barging into the room, followed by none other than Harry's mom. The door crashed into the wall, and she jumped causing herself to fall backwards onto Harry's legs. He groaned in pain.
Somehow she had managed to get her right leg under her and screamed in pain, as she twisted trying to get her weight off of it.
Louis.immediatly rushed over and picked her up setting her in a chair beside the bed. Tears were falling from her eyes, and pulses of pain kept shooting up her leg.
"Liam go get the nurse!" Louis shouted.
Liam sprinted out of the room.
Harry tried to sit up but it was to painful so he just watched in horror as Sarah cried in pain, and once again it was all his fault.
Liam came back with a nurse and she examined Sarah's now swolen leg.
She was put in a wheelchair once again, and taken to get an X Ray.
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Harry's POV
After Liam had explained everything he understood why it had hurt Sarah so much when she fell on her leg.
The doctor came in, with a grim look on her face.
"Her leg is broken in three places. When she landed on it, it wasn't stong enough, so it just snapped like a twig."
"Is she okay?" He asked frantically
"She's in surgery now, and will be in pain for a couple days, but she will be fine afterwards."
He let out a sigh of relief. Why had he made her get on the bed, he could tell she didn't want to.
He looked up at his mom with pleading eyes.
"There's one more thing." The doctor spoke up.
Six sets of eyes all looked at her anxiously.
"She might never walk again."
All the color drained from Harry's face. He felt his mom squeeze his hand.
It was Louis who broke the silence.
"Why is that?"
"Her right leg was the worst from the begining and was broken in two places. Now that totals as being broken five times within three months, it will be hard to recover from something like that."
Harry didn't care that his friends saw him crying he just let the tears pour down his face as he thought about Sarah never being able to walk again.
"I'm very sorry, but there is a chance she will be able to, but it will take a wheel chair, crutches, and lots of physical therapy."
He frowned again.
"I do have some good news." She gave him a weak smile.
"What?" He hiccuped.
"Well, I talked to the Doctors and they agreed to let you to stay in the same room while you both recover."
"Really?" He felt slightly better.
She nodded her head.
An hour later he was transfered into a big room with two beds. Sarah was brought in later and layed in the bed beside his.
The nurse had agreed to push the beds together, as long as he promised not to wake her up, or move her around.
He wanted to put his arms around her waist and pull her close like they had done before the crash, but knew he couldn't so he just laced their fingers together and hoped she would forgive him.
The next morning she woke up and he hugged her gently, not wanting to cause her any more pain.
"I'm so sorry, about everything the car crash, and now your leg." He turned away, avoiding her eyes.
"Harry look at me." He didn't look so she grabbed his chin and forced him to.
"The car crash was not your fault. There was no way you could have known that guy was drunk, and going to run that stoplight. My leg is not your fault. I should have known better than to use them before I was supposed to, I just didn't want to be on top of you kissing you the first time your mom met me. I don't blame you for anything." She captured his lips in a passionate kiss.
At that moment he realized just how much he loved Sarah, and vowed to never let her go.