...I open my eyes, all I can see is white. Am I dead?, am I in heaven? Wait, does heaven have a tiled roof? Where am I? I'm going to sit up, ouch! okay maybe that's not a good idea. I look down at my wrist and see it's covered in a huge off whit coloured bandage. I hear beeping noises. Shit. I'm in a hospital. It's all coming back to me now, that voice, someone was calling my name. I turn my head and see Harry with his head in his hands.
'Harry?'
Harrys head shoots up, his hairs a mess, likes he's been constantly combing his fingers through it. His eyes blood shot from crying.
'Tamara, Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I never should have left, this is my fault' He reaches out and touched my hand gently,tears streaming down his face again
'It's not your fault' I mange to croak out
'It is' he whispered
'Harry, you saved me, you came back. Without you I wouldn't be here, your my hero'
'Yeah but I'm also the reason you did what you did and I'm going to have to live with that.'
'I'm going to have to live the fact I actually did it so I think that makes us even'
'I love you' Harry says, putting a loose strand of hair behind me ear
'I love you to Harry'
He leans in and gently kisses my forehead.
'When am I getting out of here?'
'Soon my love'
I yawn, god I'm tierd.
'Go to sleep my love' Harry says just before he kisses my hand 'I'm never leaving again'
