How It's Going To Be [h.s.]

Chapter 2

When I woke up, new sunlight was peeking in the room. I had slept through the night soundly. My head still ached, but the pain was not debilitating like it had been the day before. My back was still sore from the fall I had taken on the street. Lying in bed had become uncomfortable and frustrating.

For the first time, my hospital room was empty. The chair Harry had been occupying was vacant. There was a newspaper placed on the armrest indicating someone had been there earlier. I secretly hoped that Harry was nearby; maybe he was out talking to the doctor, but I couldn't hear any voices coming from outside my door. It was completely silent.

Being stuck in bed gave me time to think things over. I wondered if Harry was coming back. I wondered where my phone was. I wondered how much longer I would stay in the hospital. I wondered if my memory would come back. I wondered if my parents worried about me being in the hospital. I wondered if they knew about Harry and me. I wondered what my friends thought about Harry. I wondered what his friends thought about me.

A nurse walked in suddenly, which relieved me of my own overthinking. It was a different nurse from earlier. She was tall with jet-black hair and a forced smile. She politely asked me how I felt and checked the IV I was hooked to. She helped me to the bathroom and waited outside to help me back to bed.

"Uh, that guy that was in here before?"

"Harry?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, Harry. Did he leave this morning?"

The nurse glanced at her watch. "He left at five this morning. That was two hours ago. He said he would be back soon. I'm sure he just went home to change clothes."

"Right," I smiled.

The nurse left the room and I felt better knowing Harry would be back. Even if I didn't know him, being in the hospital alone was terrifying. Besides, I could tell that he really cared for me.

Once again, I used the television as a distraction. I watched a morning news program that, thankfully, didn't talk about me. Harry was mentioned briefly during a "celebrity watch" segment, but it was just a photo of him getting in his car. I focused on other news stories and wished the newspaper that on the chair was in my hands instead.

"Hi," his voice filled the room. Harry walked in carrying a bag.

"Hi," I returned.

"How are you feeling?" Harry had a soft smile on his face. He walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge carefully without making an effort to touch me.

"My head doesn't hurt so bad," I admitted quietly.

"That's good!" Despite his excitement, his voice remained quiet. It seemed even deeper and gravelly than usual. "I spoke to the doctor and he said you will probably be discharged later this afternoon. I brought you my laptop, a few films, and a change of clothes."

"Thank you," I said. I was happy he had brought things I could do. I was getting bored of local television and staring at the blank wall.

"You are welcome, love."

Love.

Later that morning, we were still waiting for the doctor to release me. Harry had just returned from the hallway where he was talking on the phone to his mother.

"She wanted to know if she should come visit," he said closing the door behind him.

"What did you tell her?" I asked nervously.

"I said she could see you later when you were feeling better. I told her about the amnesia though."

"What did she say?"