***Bea's POV

"How was your dinner?" Harry asks, setting his empty gelatin cup on the tray and I shrug a shoulder.

"I pretended it was a chicken sandwich and chocolate gelato, so it was delicious."

"Ah, that's clever," he praises and I nod with a proud smile. "Are you finished with your gelatin, oh wait, I mean gelato?"

"Mhm," I hum, handing him the empty container and spoon and I swallow the disgusting bite. "Thank you, and can you hand me my cup of ice, please?"

"Of course. Here you go, Love."

"Thanks," I scoop out an ice chip and pop it in my mouth, handing him the cup back. "Now, I want you to take your sweet, handsome self to the cafeteria and get some real dinner."

"But I just had dinner with you."

"Harry, that was broth and gelatin, not dinner," I correct him and he rolls his eyes. "I'm serious. You need to eat a real meal."

"I'm fine," he insists and I raise my eyebrows. "Alright, I didn't want to tell you this, but I got something to eat while you were spending time with Ferris and your mum earlier today."

"Oh, you did? Mm, whadyou get? No, don't tell me. Ugh, just promise that you ate something good?"

"I promise, Love."

"Okay," I sigh, relaxing into the bed and he rolls the tray table away from us. "Wanna watch some T.V.?" I ask and his lackluster response answers my question. "What time is it?"

"It's a quarter past seven, so in other words, it's too late for a nap."

"You know me so well," I smile and hold out my hand for his.

"I've known you since you were seventeen, so yeah, I know you pretty well," he proudly says, lacing our fingers together. "Even though I practically know everything about you, I could spend the rest of my life learning more and I'd never get bored."

"Ohmygod, that's so sweet. Hey, speaking of being seventeen, do you remember when we played Twenty Questions to get to know each other when we first started dating?" I ask with a fond smile and he gives me a confused look. "Remember? We went after school to our spot in your truck and we had like a picnic thing with some snacks you bought and I was just getting over a cold."

"Oh yeah," he says in realization, "and it was all I could do not to pounce on you, you in that damn skirt and strappy heel things. I'm pretty sure you wore those on purpose just to drive me mad."

"Yeah, I kinda did," I admit, failing miserably at controlling my smile.

"I figured," he chuckles. "Hell, I almost suggested we make it Twenty-One Questions just so I could have more time with you."

Harry smirks and just as quickly as the sly smile appeared, it fades into a yawn. I watch the furrow in his brow form as he exhales while rubbing his eyes in the most endearing way.

He looks exhausted. Well, if you didn't ask him to stay at the hospital with you, he wouldn't be so drained. Way to go, Bea. God, you're so selfish. Wait! I have an idea.

"Harry," I quietly say and he hums in answer, opening his eyes to mine, "maybe you should go home tonight. No, wait, hear me out. It's not because I want you to go, but it's so you can get some actual rest. That recliner can't be comfortable."

"I'll have you know that despite the rips in the stunning teal faux leather and the sound of loose metal squeaking every time you move in it, it's quite comfortable." His attempt to ease my guilt makes me smile and my emotions take over. "Oh Love, please don't cry. What's the matter?"

Closing my eyes, I shake my head and suck in a sharp breath. I wince at the sudden pain in my lower stomach and I just hope I didn't tear the sutures.

"Shit, you're in pain. I'm calling for the nurse."

I whisper a quiet 'thank you,' hearing him click the call button several times and I feel his hand on my shoulder. A soft kiss is pressed to my cheek, startling me and I open my eyes. Harry's watching me intently with worry clear in his eyes and I wish I could tell him I'm okay, but I'm not.

There's a knock at the door followed by a familiar voice and Harry moves to stand out of the way.

"And what does my favorite patient need before my shift ends?" Jeremy asks with a happy smile.

"Bea's in pain. Can you give her something?"

"I'm sorry to hear that. Let me see what I can do. I'll be right back."

"With the Morphine stuff?" I hopefully ask.

"Yes, Mrs. Styles, with the Morphine stuff," Jeremy chuckles, patting my foot. "I'll be right back."

I nod and blow out a slow breath, knowing that relief is coming soon. A buzzing sound captures our attention and Harry takes his phone from his pocket.

"It's Mum," he tells me, lifting his phone to his ear. "Hey, Mum."

"Okay, Mrs. Styles, here you go-, oh, I'm sorry," Jeremy covers his mouth and Harry shakes his head, making his way out of the room. "Sorry to interrupt."

"Don't be. He's fine, now give me the good stuff," I order and he chuckles while preparing the syringe. "I'm sorry for being bossy."

"It's okay," he says, sticking the needle into my I.V. and he smiles knowingly. "I've dealt with much worse."

"That's so...that's so, not nice, hey, I feel all warm and tingly and like I'm flying."

"You do?" Jeremy chuckles and I nod in answer. "That's good, it means it's working. Alright, my shift is over, but your overnight nurse will take good care of you, okay?"

"Yeah, and Harry?"

"Yes, I'm sure Mr. Styles will take good care of you, too," he agrees. "Nighty night and I'll see you in the morning."

"Okie dokie, hey, if you see Harry out there, tell him to come back in, please. I miss him."

"Will do, sweetie."

I rest my head against the pillow and close my eyes, enjoying the wonderful feeling of not being in pain. The steady beeps from the machines almost sound like a rhythm and I begin to hum some tune I don't know.

"That sounds lovely," a familiar voice with an accent makes me open my eyes and I turn my head on the pillow towards the voice. "How do you feel, Love?"

"I feel good. I knew that I would now. So good, ba ba, so good, ba ba, I got you, ba ba ba ba baaa."

"Okay, Ms. Brown, take it easy on the choreography," he chuckles, gently taking my Jazz hands in his and he sits down next to me. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Wait, Ms. Brown? I'm Mrs. Styles."

"Yes, Love, you are. I just called you Ms. Brown because you were singing James Brown's song."

"No, I just came up with it," I defend my creative genius.

"Whatever you say, Baby," he chuckles.

"I do say. Hey, what did your mom want? I mean mum. Mum, mum, mum, hahaha that's a funny word."

"How much Morphine did Jeremy give you anyway?" he teases and I shrug a shoulder because I really don't know. "She was just confirming what time they should come tomorrow," he explains and I nod, letting out a yawn. "Maybe we should get some sleep, yeah?"

"Oh alright," I reluctantly agree only because I feel the Morphine taking over my body. "You won't leave me, will you?"

"Never, Baby. Just get some rest. I'll be right here with you. Okay?"

"Okay," I sigh, closing my eyes and I feel him hold my hand. "Thank you, Harry."

"I love you, Sweet Bea."

"I love you, too."***

A/N: There are only 15 chapters left...

...better get your Kleenex 😬

Much Love.
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