Chapter 2

Heather ended up crashing on my couch. I covered her up with some blankets and went to bed myself. I lay there in my bed, my nice comfy bed that I've been waiting three months to sleep in, but yet I couldn't quite get comfy. I rolled over and started scrolling through twitter. I didn't realize it but time flew by and it was already 4 in the morning.

A couple more minutes passed by when I received a text. It was from harry.

From: Harry

Text: hey mate

To: Harry

Text: Sup

From: Harry

Text: what's up? Why are you up so late?

To: Harry

Text: well I can't sleep. Why are you up late?

From: Harry

Text: drinking a little bit. Me and liam hit up a pub I was gonna invite you but I heard you were having a family party.

To: Harry

Text: how did you know?

From: Harry

Text: heather texted me. I think she was upset earlier.

I really wish heather would talk about how she's been feeling. I want to know what's wrong with her. She knows she can talk to me. It kind of hurts me that she would rather text harry over me.

To: harry

Text: huh, did she say over what?

From: Harry

Text: she never replied to me. Talk to her?

To: Harry

Text: I will. I tried earlier and got an answer but not completely. I think that's why I can't sleep.

I never got a response back after that but not shortly after I started dozing off I heard a loud bang coming from outside my room, then a groan.

“Fuck me.” I heard heather loudly whisper.

I jumped out of bed to see what happened. I opened the door to see heather laying on the ground. She was lying in fetal position facing the wall.

“Heather?” I whispered. She didn't answer. I kneeled down and pulled her shoulder to roll her over. She faced me now and terror rang all over. Heathers nose was gushing blood and she was barely conscious. I shook her but all she did was let out a small groan. What do I do? I panicked, leaving heather in the hall and ran to grab my phone. I dialed for the metic's. I could barely get out any words from sobbing so hard but I got the message through. I returned to heather and pulled her body onto my lap and silently cried to myself while running my fingers through her hair.

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All that drained out the noise of the busy halls outside the room door was the beeping of heathers heartbeat. It's been two days and I haven't left the hospital, not even for food. I sat in the uncomfortable, ugly shade of pink chair and held heather's hand. There was a tube down her throat and IVs connected to her vains. The nurse informed to that heather was mixing three different drugs. Cocaine, oxycontin, and something else but I can't remember the name and frankly I Don't care. I feel disappointed in heather but all I want is to help her. I'm just scared.

The nurse came in. She was really young. Probably no older than 21. She had almond eyes with short lashed and super plump lips. She gave me a warm smile. She came on to check heathers IVs and pulse and what not.

“She's doing fine. The drugs should be out of her system by now. We still have to run a few blood tests.” She spoke with a quiet, calming voice.

I gripped heather's hand a little harder. “When will she wake up?” I asked the nurse but never left any contact with heather's face. She looked pale, too pale. The dark circles under her eyes took away from her natural complexion. Her hair was dirty and ratted but I don't think that it was ever possible for her to not look beautiful. She's always been, even though the awkward teenage years. She looked skinnier too. Her cheeks were sunken just by a touch.

The nurse came up behind me and rested her hand on my shoulder. “She's doing great right now for how much drugs were in her system. She could surprise us at any moment.” She gave my shoulder a little squeeze and left leaving me alone with heather.

I laid my head down on the bed of the hospital bed and kissed her knuckles. “Why are you doing this to yourself? Why haven't you told me about this? I've been there for you pretty much your whole life and you wouldn't open up to me about this?” I felt tears swell up in my eyes, I closed them shut letting them roll down my checks. “I love you heather. I don't understand why you would do this? It's so frustrating.”

I played with the back of her hand tracing little hearts. Heather… Where do I begin? We've been with each other since we were in preschool. She knows everything about me just like I know everything about her. She's never betrayed me or hurt me or lied to me or anything like that. I trust her with my life. I actually think that she's the only person who I completely trust… She's beautiful and outgoing and spunky and bitchy in all the right ways. She knows what she wants and won't stop until she accomplishes what she sets her mind to. She my biggest inspiration. Back when we were kids, we used to go to the beach on the weekends out at my grandmas house. We made a club call the Only Us Club for only us. I know soooo creative. We would play imaginary games and house. No one knows this but she was my first kiss. We were playing truth or dare when I was 10 and she was 9. She dared me to kiss her and I wasn't backing down from a dare. Who would I be to turn down a dare? And I did it. I loved it almost as much as I loved her. I could never tell her that. Id never let anyone hurt her. I mean she's had boyfriends and I was always there for her during the heartache and I've a couple girlfriends and she was always there to cheer me up. It's always just been louis and heather. Heather and louis.

Sitting here and seeing her practically pushing herself to the edge of death is killing me. “Wake up damn it.” The tears pouring out even more.

“Louis.” I raised my head to look at the person who just walked in. It was Harry and Liam. Harry looked like he was going to be sick and liam looked scared. They carried flowers and a big stuffed bear.

They all loved heather. She's a people person and got along with everyone she ever met. Harry came over to the other side of the bed and kissed her forehead.

Liam grabbed her hand and gave me a sincere smile.

“The nurses says she should be OK. She's going to surprise us soon.” I gave a weak smile, my voice cracking.

“Did you know she did this?” Harry asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“She told me last night but told me she stopped.” I kissed the top of her hand. It hurt that she did lie to me. She's never done that to me. It stung as I said it out loud. “She lied to me.”

“I'm sorry mate.” Liam said. I felt a small wave of anger come out of me.

“Don't feel sorry for me, feel sorry for her. She's the one unconscious in a coma.” I snapped but let out a sigh. “I'm sorry. I know you guys came all the way here to see her but can you guys please leave?”

“Yeah, call me later.” Harry said giving her one more kiss on the forehead and they walked out.

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HEATHER POV

What the hell? Why can't I move? I tried getting my hand to move and i couldn't get it to. Fuck.

Where am I? I don't remember what happened last night. I remember falling asleep on louis couch. I took a little extra while I was I'm the bathroom and I Don't remember waking up. I felt someone grab my hand. Why can't I open my eyes? I can hear my surroundings but it's like static t.v. it fades in and out.

“Heather, god damn it, wake up!” Louis! My heart skipped a beep. How long as he been here? Why won't he just wake me up? Am I in a hospital? I heard a beeping like a heart scanner. Oh my god.

Realization hit me like a train.

How much did I take last night? One, two. Three, four, five…. I trying recounting but my brain wouldn't cooperate with me. What if I took too much? Did I overdose? Why can't I fucking remember?!

I could feel the warmth of his hand grasping mine. It relaxed me a bit but honestly how much more could I be at this state? Hah now isn't the time heather! Am I crazy or what, god damn.

Maybe I should cut back on the swearing?

‘Or maybe the drugs you low life piece of shit? How could you do that to louis?’ My inner-inner thoughts popped up. My stomach dropped, I faintly heard the scanner steady beats slow for just a moment. I felt what I'm guessing was Louis head lift off of the bed.

“Heather?” He whispered, his voice croaked like he hadn't drank anything. I heard the chair move and someone run out of the room. The warm touch on my hand was gone.

I Don't know how much time passed by but it felt like hours until some people returned. I could only tell there was more than one person was because there were two voices and I had people touch me all over my head and arms.

“You heard her monitor fluctuate?” A stern woman's voice dominated over everyone else.

“i was talking to her, like you said to do and I grabbed her hand and her heartbeat sped up and I didn't think anything of it but then it slowed down. Like it didn't beep for a minute.” He sounded frantic but calm at the same time. How crazy does that sound?

“We need to watch her levels. Sarah check her dials.” The doctor called off. Not going to lie I'm freaking out. I'm kind of out of control about everything right now and it's so frustrating that I can't FUCKING DO ANYTHING.

I focused as hard as I could and tried to feel the muscle in my hand. I tried so hard to move my hand. One, two, three… Nothing. I mentally sighed.

OK. Maybe I'm starting off too big. I focused and imagined my index finger. I imagined moving it. My mind got side tracked because I imaginedpinky promising Louis that I'll come visit him after I start school. I thought about the time he surprised me with my favorite movie and candy and we made homemade popcorn that we ended up burning and the whole dorm building smelt of burnt popcorn. I felt a little twinge of guilt in my stomach. It made it flip flop. My monitor skipped a beat.

Damn it, heather. You can do this. Stop being a pussy. I focused on my finger again, imagining it move. I thought about how to use my muscle and I focused really hard. If I could control the muscles in my face i'd probably be biting my tongue and sweat dripping down my face.

“Her heart rate is increasing. 210 over 90.” An unfamiliar voice rang. I felt a warm touch on my hand again. I knew it was louis because spoke next.

“Cmon, love. I know you can feel me. Please…” His voice broke, “wake up. Please, for me.”

I focused harder on my finger. I wanted him to know I was here. I was awake. The will for my finger to move was so intense. I gave my muscle a mental push but nothing happened. I tried again and nothing.

And again.

Nothing.

And again.

Nothing.

I'm not giving up. I hear the pain in his voice. Come on heather. You can do it.

I gave it one more try and I put all of my mental strength into it this time.

“She moved her finger!” Louis screamed. I mentally cringed. “I swear. She just mov- she did it again!”

Yes! I did it. Ok. Let's try two? I focused again. I pushed my muscles and boom!

“She's moving her hand! Heather! Move your pinky if you can hear me. Please love. Come on!” Louis cheered me. I tried getting in touch with pinky and we met connection. I scrunched my pinky just a smidge. “She can hear me!”

“Sir, Louis, were going to have to ask you to leave the room. We need to transport her to the emergency room.” the loud doctor talked again. I felt the warmth leave my hand again. No, don't go. Come back. I don't want to be alone. I can't go by myself. I tried to speak but naturally I can't do that in a coma.

“What? Why? She's waking up? What's wrong with her? What are you going to do?” Louis shot out question after question. The doctor tried hushing him.

“Were going to help her come out of the coma,” was all she said before I felt the bed move and spin in another direction. All the voices starting to fade. I could feel my blood pressure rising. My hearing was coming in and out like a bad CV radio. Sooner than later my mind was mute and stagnant.

Notes

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