Breathe
Recovery Part Three
Nina’s P.O.V
“Wake up” I hear the soothing cooing deep voice in my ear waking me up and it makes me smile.
“Harry” I whisper and open my eyes. Groggily I focus and realize I was very wrong.
“Oh sorry” I look away quickly when Doctor Williams is present, or Zac, I forgot he told me I could call him that. My cheeks turn beet red.
He turns with a tight awkward smile. I try to sit up but am met with excruciating pain.
“Ahh” I cry out and he rushes to my side.
“This is why we wanted to keep you in a bed, your joints aren’t used to this position for this long, he turns and with one long reach grabs his bag. He places the cold stethoscope on my chest and directs me to breathe. I do and I even notice it’s shaky.
“Just relax, we’re landing, it will get better I promise” He talks to me, not how a doctor would usually talk. I look down at myself, I’m weak, dependent completely on other people. I feel the lump in my throat growing, no…. I’m not crying in front of my doctor.
“Are you okay?” He asks worried, looking me from head to toe.
“Yes, I’m fine” I answer and my voice squeaks I look out my window, I see the blue sea and the coast line, before we slowly lower and land.
“Ready?” He asks me and holds his hands out, I see a wheel chair beside him. I close my eyes, and try to stand on my own.
I learn quickly that I’m way weaker than I thought, my body goes the complete other way, he quickly scoops his hands under my arms. I gasp.
“Can you please not do that, for one you have an IV that would have hurt very much if you fell and ripped if out, second you could really hurt yourself” He stares at me with his brown eyes. Ordinary brown eyes. I nod and he sits me in the chair. I close my eyes and I feel them wheeling me.
“Hey sis” I hear Wyatt’s voice.
“Hi’ I say small and open my eyes, we’re in the middle of a private airport.
“What’s wrong?” He looks around
“Did Harry call you? Is the baby okay?” He panics
“I’m fine, just tired”
“It’s beautiful here, you will love it” Wyatt smiles at me.
“Where’s your family” I look around and notice we’re kid and wifeless.
“They’re already at the house, the twins needed a nap they didn’t sleep at all on the flight” He explains and I nod. He looks up at Zac or Dr Williams… Zac shrugs as if they are asking each other weird guy telepathical questions
I try to remain silent the duration of the trip, Wyatt and Zac have seemed to catch on, only talking to me when necessary and only asking me questions I can respond to with a nod or a shake of my head.
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The ride to the house was miserable, I sucked it up and let them put me in the handicap lift onto the car, the swerves of the road made me feel nauseous. I tried to keep my eyes closed but it just gave me a bigger headache.
We pull up in front of a large white beachfront house, it’s way too big for 6 people.
“It’s equipped with everything, full OR, medical equipment, everything” Zac’s eyes look like a 7 year old at Christmas.
I look warily at it, I just want to sleep.
Zac rolls me off the ramp and into the house. It’s magnificent, the décor, the colors, everything is beautiful inside the house.
“Do you want to go see the beach view?” He asks me, I shake my head, his eyes turn into sympathy.
“Don’t you dare pity me” I snap, his eyes grow wide.
“Just take me to my room” I demand rudely. I don’t even care. I’m so done with everyone and everything I just need to be alone. He looks down and then starts pushing me again. We go down a hallway and turn into the last room on the right. It’s ginormous the bed is huge and it makes me happy that it’s a normal bed and not a hospital bed. I’m starting to feel like a person again.
“Let me help you please” He says when I try to stand up
“I can take out your IV now, we can start you on pill medication” He smiles with hope, thinking that it will make me feel better. It doesn’t. I want to be healed and recovered and I’m tired of depending on people.
“Fine” I look away, he quickly takes out my IV and it hurts like hell but I’ll do everything to act like it was nothing. He stares at me for a few seconds before helping me into my bed. I can’t look at him, I know it’s his job to take care of me but I hate every single second of it. I lay my head down as he packs pillows under my broken leg, I shimmy around until I’m comfortable. I reach my hand down for the blanket until I realize its too far for me to reach and my leg is restricting me from moving down.
He smiles and hands me the duvet corner. I feel my cheeks turn red. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.
“You can go now” I cover myself up and cuddle into the pillow. Maybe if I sleep long enough I’ll wake up and this will all be over.
Wyatt’s P.O.V
“How’s she doing?” I ask when Doctor Williams comes out of Nina’s room.
“She’s stubborn” He answers with a grin
“I know” I laugh
“She’s strong, she’ll make a healthy full recovery if she does everything I tell her to do”
“And the baby?” I say nervously
“The baby is good, he’s stable and progressing as he should be”
“When’s her due date?”
“November 22nd “
“I think she should be here for the duration of her pregnancy, It’s safest for the baby and for her” He adds and I nod.
“Has the physiologist talked to her yet?” I ask, the have a special doctor, one that helps people through traumas in their lives, the physiologist talked to me about the kidnapping and everything. It helped allot and she’s here with us during Nina’s recovery.
“Not yet, I don’t think Nina will like that idea, she seems to have quite the walls around her, I don’t want to push anything on her she’s miserable enough as it is” He shakes his head
“She’s tough, she’s gone through allot, the icing on the cake was Harry leaving. If I ever saw that kid I’d rearrange his face” I say with hatred and by the look on Doc’s face he agrees.
“Why, why would he do that to her I don’t understand” Zac says loudly.
“I don’t know, all I know is that Nina has been really quiet about it all, and I’m scared to ask” I look at my feet and frown.
Harry’s P.O.V ( 2 days later)
“Harry please come out it’s been days” Louis tries to get me out of my room for the thousandth time. I can’t do it, I cant move, I cant sleep, and I cant eat. I told Simon I’m taking a break, a long break. I don’t even know if I can finish the tour. The lads don’t care, they feel like shit for making me ever leave. I’ve tried to get a hold of Wyatt, but it says “Number is not in service”.
I try not to think about it, living this life while Nina isn’t here. I’ll never hear her say “I love you” again or see our child grow up. She made my life worth it.
“Harry you need to eat” Zayn has now joined in. Wonder how long it will be till they realize my door isn’t locked.
I speak too soon, the door swings open and they walk through. I turn onto my other side in my bed so my back faces them.
“Talk to us” Louis asks
“We’re all grieving Harry it’s not just you” Zayn states
“Nobody understands how I feel right now, so just get the fuck out” I growl
“We brought you food” I hear a plate tap onto the side table. I can tell they’re trying to make me feel better, on any other day Louis would have chewed me out on telling him to get the fuck out.
The door shuts again and they leave. I stare at the empty side of my bed. I want Nina. I miss her so badly. I feel my eyes getting heavy and the lump in my throat getting worse. I turn into the pillow and tears start streaming into the fabric. It’s like there’s a hole in the center of my body and nothing will fill it.
I think of what Nina and I had together, all the memories. I should have been happy about the baby. I should have told her I loved her more or told her how beautiful she was. I never should have left. I sob quietly as thoughts invade my mind on how it could have been different. She should have lived, I shouldn’t have left, we could have had the baby together. A baby that would want for nothing. We’d be a family, just the three of us. We’d buy a house together and raise our son together. A family with Nina. It was all I wanted. We'd argue on small things like how to discipline our child or what school he should go to, now I never can. I should’ve acted happier, I should have told her I loved her. Now it’s too late, I’ve lost the two things I wanted the most.
“Wake up” I hear the soothing cooing deep voice in my ear waking me up and it makes me smile.
“Harry” I whisper and open my eyes. Groggily I focus and realize I was very wrong.
“Oh sorry” I look away quickly when Doctor Williams is present, or Zac, I forgot he told me I could call him that. My cheeks turn beet red.
He turns with a tight awkward smile. I try to sit up but am met with excruciating pain.
“Ahh” I cry out and he rushes to my side.
“This is why we wanted to keep you in a bed, your joints aren’t used to this position for this long, he turns and with one long reach grabs his bag. He places the cold stethoscope on my chest and directs me to breathe. I do and I even notice it’s shaky.
“Just relax, we’re landing, it will get better I promise” He talks to me, not how a doctor would usually talk. I look down at myself, I’m weak, dependent completely on other people. I feel the lump in my throat growing, no…. I’m not crying in front of my doctor.
“Are you okay?” He asks worried, looking me from head to toe.
“Yes, I’m fine” I answer and my voice squeaks I look out my window, I see the blue sea and the coast line, before we slowly lower and land.
“Ready?” He asks me and holds his hands out, I see a wheel chair beside him. I close my eyes, and try to stand on my own.
I learn quickly that I’m way weaker than I thought, my body goes the complete other way, he quickly scoops his hands under my arms. I gasp.
“Can you please not do that, for one you have an IV that would have hurt very much if you fell and ripped if out, second you could really hurt yourself” He stares at me with his brown eyes. Ordinary brown eyes. I nod and he sits me in the chair. I close my eyes and I feel them wheeling me.
“Hey sis” I hear Wyatt’s voice.
“Hi’ I say small and open my eyes, we’re in the middle of a private airport.
“What’s wrong?” He looks around
“Did Harry call you? Is the baby okay?” He panics
“I’m fine, just tired”
“It’s beautiful here, you will love it” Wyatt smiles at me.
“Where’s your family” I look around and notice we’re kid and wifeless.
“They’re already at the house, the twins needed a nap they didn’t sleep at all on the flight” He explains and I nod. He looks up at Zac or Dr Williams… Zac shrugs as if they are asking each other weird guy telepathical questions
I try to remain silent the duration of the trip, Wyatt and Zac have seemed to catch on, only talking to me when necessary and only asking me questions I can respond to with a nod or a shake of my head.
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The ride to the house was miserable, I sucked it up and let them put me in the handicap lift onto the car, the swerves of the road made me feel nauseous. I tried to keep my eyes closed but it just gave me a bigger headache.
We pull up in front of a large white beachfront house, it’s way too big for 6 people.
“It’s equipped with everything, full OR, medical equipment, everything” Zac’s eyes look like a 7 year old at Christmas.
I look warily at it, I just want to sleep.
Zac rolls me off the ramp and into the house. It’s magnificent, the décor, the colors, everything is beautiful inside the house.
“Do you want to go see the beach view?” He asks me, I shake my head, his eyes turn into sympathy.
“Don’t you dare pity me” I snap, his eyes grow wide.
“Just take me to my room” I demand rudely. I don’t even care. I’m so done with everyone and everything I just need to be alone. He looks down and then starts pushing me again. We go down a hallway and turn into the last room on the right. It’s ginormous the bed is huge and it makes me happy that it’s a normal bed and not a hospital bed. I’m starting to feel like a person again.
“Let me help you please” He says when I try to stand up
“I can take out your IV now, we can start you on pill medication” He smiles with hope, thinking that it will make me feel better. It doesn’t. I want to be healed and recovered and I’m tired of depending on people.
“Fine” I look away, he quickly takes out my IV and it hurts like hell but I’ll do everything to act like it was nothing. He stares at me for a few seconds before helping me into my bed. I can’t look at him, I know it’s his job to take care of me but I hate every single second of it. I lay my head down as he packs pillows under my broken leg, I shimmy around until I’m comfortable. I reach my hand down for the blanket until I realize its too far for me to reach and my leg is restricting me from moving down.
He smiles and hands me the duvet corner. I feel my cheeks turn red. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.
“You can go now” I cover myself up and cuddle into the pillow. Maybe if I sleep long enough I’ll wake up and this will all be over.
Wyatt’s P.O.V
“How’s she doing?” I ask when Doctor Williams comes out of Nina’s room.
“She’s stubborn” He answers with a grin
“I know” I laugh
“She’s strong, she’ll make a healthy full recovery if she does everything I tell her to do”
“And the baby?” I say nervously
“The baby is good, he’s stable and progressing as he should be”
“When’s her due date?”
“November 22nd “
“I think she should be here for the duration of her pregnancy, It’s safest for the baby and for her” He adds and I nod.
“Has the physiologist talked to her yet?” I ask, the have a special doctor, one that helps people through traumas in their lives, the physiologist talked to me about the kidnapping and everything. It helped allot and she’s here with us during Nina’s recovery.
“Not yet, I don’t think Nina will like that idea, she seems to have quite the walls around her, I don’t want to push anything on her she’s miserable enough as it is” He shakes his head
“She’s tough, she’s gone through allot, the icing on the cake was Harry leaving. If I ever saw that kid I’d rearrange his face” I say with hatred and by the look on Doc’s face he agrees.
“Why, why would he do that to her I don’t understand” Zac says loudly.
“I don’t know, all I know is that Nina has been really quiet about it all, and I’m scared to ask” I look at my feet and frown.
Harry’s P.O.V ( 2 days later)
“Harry please come out it’s been days” Louis tries to get me out of my room for the thousandth time. I can’t do it, I cant move, I cant sleep, and I cant eat. I told Simon I’m taking a break, a long break. I don’t even know if I can finish the tour. The lads don’t care, they feel like shit for making me ever leave. I’ve tried to get a hold of Wyatt, but it says “Number is not in service”.
I try not to think about it, living this life while Nina isn’t here. I’ll never hear her say “I love you” again or see our child grow up. She made my life worth it.
“Harry you need to eat” Zayn has now joined in. Wonder how long it will be till they realize my door isn’t locked.
I speak too soon, the door swings open and they walk through. I turn onto my other side in my bed so my back faces them.
“Talk to us” Louis asks
“We’re all grieving Harry it’s not just you” Zayn states
“Nobody understands how I feel right now, so just get the fuck out” I growl
“We brought you food” I hear a plate tap onto the side table. I can tell they’re trying to make me feel better, on any other day Louis would have chewed me out on telling him to get the fuck out.
The door shuts again and they leave. I stare at the empty side of my bed. I want Nina. I miss her so badly. I feel my eyes getting heavy and the lump in my throat getting worse. I turn into the pillow and tears start streaming into the fabric. It’s like there’s a hole in the center of my body and nothing will fill it.
I think of what Nina and I had together, all the memories. I should have been happy about the baby. I should have told her I loved her more or told her how beautiful she was. I never should have left. I sob quietly as thoughts invade my mind on how it could have been different. She should have lived, I shouldn’t have left, we could have had the baby together. A baby that would want for nothing. We’d be a family, just the three of us. We’d buy a house together and raise our son together. A family with Nina. It was all I wanted. We'd argue on small things like how to discipline our child or what school he should go to, now I never can. I should’ve acted happier, I should have told her I loved her. Now it’s too late, I’ve lost the two things I wanted the most.
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