Summers POV
"Unfortunately-" my heart dropped
"The cause of this was his heart giving out. It was pumping little to no blood. The lack of oxygen and circulation to his brain and the rest if his body cause spasms all around during surgery to re-boot his heart. We saved him this time but-" he continued, now showing a little bit of compassion and sadness.
"But." Zayn gestured him to continue.
I looked around at everyone. Mayah and Marisa held my hands. Zayn was hugging Louis and a sobbing Liam. Julia clung to Niall. He all were filled with sorrow. They saved him though. I felt just a little bit of hope. It sucks that he may have to spends his birthday in this hell hole.
"The next time it happens, I predict his heart will be too weak for anymore help." He looked down, not giving us eye contact.
"This is going to happen again?" Julia asked in complete concentration.
"Oh yes. I give him two years at a very maximum. Actually, nine months to a year. He needs a knew heart. He has holes all over his heart, he needs a new one.
You can see him now. He's sleeping, feel free to wake him. I'm sorry, but there's nothing more I can do." He walked away.
I sighed. We needed a miracle.
A heart.
An essential organ of life.
A rare organ he needs.
He needs a life.
A life that was taken away.
I cried at the thought. I knew what I was going to do though.
I walked over to his room in a hurry. I opened the door, with the crowd behind me. He had some colour. He still looked quite sickly, but not dead. His breathing was a bit easier now. All that was heard in the room was the neutral beep of the heart monitor. I was thankful for al the little mountains it was producing.
I quickly took a seat beside the bed and held on to his large hand. I laced his finger with my own. His eyes fluttered open slowly. He opened his mouth slightly. His bright green eyes held so much life. He deserves so much more than a years.
"Hi baby." His raspy voice barely whispered. It came out so weak, yet do sexy.
"Hi." I smiled sparsely.
He patted a seat beside him, wanting me to lie down down there. I took the offer in a heart beat, right away, not wasting one minute with him. Once I got comfortable he kissed me softly. I payed my head on his chest, my ear gracing the surface. I just wanted to hear the rhythm for myself.
"I fought for you gorgeous. I can't lose, I love you." He whispered. He made me heart melt, sending butterflies to my tummy. I just hugged him. Tears continually slipped out of my orbs.
"Don't cry." He wiped them.
"I thought I was going to lose you. I really did. But Harry you really don't understand. I really can't lose you. You are my gold. I like you from the get-go. I've had one major loss, I really don't need you to go. Not after what we've been through." I cried not losing his attention, or anyone's for a matter of fact.
I glanced back to see everyone crying, including Zayn.
"When do you come home mate" Louis asked through tears.
"Whenever I feel up to it. That's what the nurses said." He said.
I sent him a simper look.
"I wanna go now!" He whined.
