Code Blue

~ Chapter 66 ~

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Chapter 66
Saturday December 2nd
Mallory's POV

My eyes burned.                                                                 

My mind was tired.

And my body was attached to Harry's.

My head was resting on his bicep, our gaze upturned towards the ceiling, staring at the same patterned tiles for the last several hours. It was around 3 am when I heard Harry across the room sniffle, and I spoke up for the first time in an hour to ask him if he was alright. I figured he might have been crying, but of course he didn't admit that to me. instead, he nonverbally crawled into the bed that I was sitting on and laid down on his back, motioning for me in the dark to come lay next to him.

I knew inside that it was probably a bit crazy for me to do that, but by that point I was already tired and wasn't thinking straight. I curled up next to him and made myself comfortable, just attributing it to the fact that Harry needed comfort right now, and that's the reason I was here to begin with. I marched myself back up here simply to make this night on Harry just slightly easier if I could, and if he wanted to lay here and cuddle, I would feel bad declining that.

It was 6:30 in the morning now, and the two of us have gone back and forth in times of silence and conversation. I let him decide whenever he wanted to chat and respected when it would gradually fall back into nothing. Every now and then he would ask a random question, and then the two of us would go back and forth about something unimportant, until the next time.

Whenever we did talk, it definitely did pass the time faster. He mostly would ask random questions, such as my favorite color or favorite food, just small pointless ones that had us getting to know each other a bit more. Sometimes he'd quiz me about medical terms or surgical techniques, which admittedly kept my brain awake. I didn't want to get the answer wrong and look silly, so I had to keep the gears turning.

My favorite part of the night though is when Harry went on miniature tangents about surgeries that he's done in the past. He told me about many cases he handled before I became an intern and was back in medical school, and it was so interesting to hear about. He just kept randomly sharing major surgeries that he's done in his history, and every time he would think of another one, he would gasp excitedly before sharing. I don't want to assume, but I think it made him a bit happy that someone was willing to listen to him go on rants about medical stuff, since it's his favorite thing after his daughter. Even just when we did Ava's surgery together, he was excited to point out interesting things to me, and I think he knows that it's genuinely just as exhilarating for myself as it is for him. He knew that I was actually listening and wanting to know or learn, and that's a good thing to feel seen.

Most of the smaller questions Harry asked me about favorite things, he avoided answering, but I felt like I learned more about him as he spoke about his career anyways. He's done so many magical things for families and has saved so many lives, and that shows more about who he is as a person than anything else.

"Do you think she's going to wake up soon?" I whispered in the darkness. I think it was the first time I deliberately sparked a conversation, but I knew it was important to know. I needed to leave before she woke up and saw me in her room. She'd likely question what I was doing if she felt I was here for a while, and that was a can of worms that did not need to be opened. Sneaking out before she woke up was going to be our best friend.

"She might" Harry answered quietly, turning his head to look at her in the bed.

"Should I leave now?" I questioned, furrowing my brows.