Eve POV

I'm sitting in the chair besides Harry's hospital bed, gripping onto his hand.

He's still passed out from when I found him. I don't know how long he was knocked out for prior to when I found him.

The Doctor told me that his blood pressure was through the roof, and that's what most likely caused him to be where he is now.

My fingers graze over my boyfriends knuckles and I let out a deep breath. Avery is with Liam
and Sophia. I didn't know who else to call that was close by and could get her quick.

Liam told me to keep him updated on Harry, and if I need anything to call or text him. He looked worried when I told him what happened.

My eyes are on my boyfriend who's still "asleep".

I wish I got to him sooner or even went downstairs before I got there.

I bring his hand to my cheek and close my eyes for a few moments. I'm still shaken up about finding him like that. I thought he died if I'm being honest. My eyes sting at the thought of Harry no longer being alive.

I press my lips against his knuckles and place his hand back down beside his body. His IV needle is in his left hand.

My hands run down my face and rest on my cheeks. I look to Harry and watch him. My foot is tapping against the tile floor against under me nervously and recklessly.

I've been in the hospital with him for an hour now. I have no patience, so this is killing me.

I hear a faint groan come from Harry's mouth making my eyes dart back to him. I stand up from my chair and hover him. His green eyes open and they look groggy. My hand holds his tightly and my teeth graze over my bottom lip.

"Do you need water?" I ask. I don't know what else to ask him.

"No," He says. I squeeze his hand a little more. "My head is just throbbing,"

"I'll get the doctor then," I say. I take my hand off of his and try to collect myself before I leave the room.

I push back the tears I want to let out and head to the nurses station across from our door and inform them Harry is awake and all. A nurse, Pat, told me that the doctor will be in after he's done with another patient. I nod and walk back to Harry's room.

"Uh, he'll be right in," I tell Harry who nods.

"Thanks," He murmurs. His voice sounds deep and slurred a bit. "Where's Ava?"

"With Liam and Sophia," I say. My voice is soft and I think sweet sounding.

Harry nods and looks over at me. "You didn't have to stay here,"

"Why wouldn't have I stayed?" I ask him.

His eyes look into mine, and they hint to what has happened the past few days. I shake my head. "Right now isn't the time to talk about that, okay? Now, we're worrying about you and your health," I say.

"I don't deserve to have you here with me though," My boyfriend says.

"It would be douchey of me not to be here just because we had an argument," I say to him.

"Okay," Harry gives up. I run my tongue over my bottom lip and sit back down in the chair I was once in.

My hand is still holding Harry's. "Do you remember anything before you passed out?" I ask.

"No," He mumbles. "I got a text from my construction worker then I woke up here,"

"Oh," I say with a small nod. My thumb glosses over his knuckles. His hand squeezes mine making my eyes look back up to me. He looks at me and our eyes meet. "You scared me," I tell him.

"I'm sorry," Harry says. My eyes well up with tears that were pushed away, but are coming back. A few years escape my eyes again and I wipe them away but they keep coming. "Please don't cry,"

"I thought you died, Harry," I say through tears. "A-And the last thing I said to you was that I want to be alone, and that was because we weren't on good terms. It wasn't anything positive o-or nice. It was just leave me alone," My eyes are still welled up with tears.

"You shouldn't feed bad, Eve," He says. "Me passing out and me yelling at you are two different things and you shouldn't feel guilty at all, okay?"

"But what if you died and I didn't even say I love you?" I ask. "I didn't want our last conversation to be an argument. Even if I'm angry at you, it doesn't mean I don't love you,"

"Well, I'm not dead, so you don't have to worry," Harry says. I wipe my glossy eyes and bite my lip.

He scoots over on his bed and and pats the spot next to him. I lay beside Harry and press my face against his chest. "You don't get to leave me anytime soon," I tell him.

"That goes for you too," His fingers stroke my hair.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you more," My head leaves his chest and I look up towards him. He kisses my forehead and cheek. His thumb traces over my damp cheek.

"Can I get you anything?" I ask him again.

"No, I'm good," Harry says. His voice is gentle and tired sounding.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes," He says. I nod and bite my lip. "I just miss Avery," I smile at his words.

"I know," I mumble. "I think you get to go home today though," I say, trying to cheer him up. Harry just grins softly and lets out a deep breath. I sit up in his hospital bed once I see the doctor come on.

"Hello," He greets with a friendly grin on his face. The doctor looks to be in his early
forties, close to late thirties. He's tall, and father looking to me. His hair is faded brown and his eyes are brown.

Harry says a muffled hi to him, and I just smile politely. "How are you feeling?" Doctor Adams asks him.

"Fine," He says. The man across from us nods then opens his mouth to speak.

"So, your blood pressure was very high. So high you could've had a heart attack, so we want to put you on some medication, and you have to take it easy for a while,"

"Can I still work?" Harry asks. I close my eyes because of his words.

"No. You have to take two weeks off, and take it very easy," The Doctor tells Harry.

My eyes glance to his heart monitor that beeps because it raised. It was at 68, not its at 80. My eyes widen a bit.

"And that's why," Doctor Adam says while pointing to the screen. "Once it's been two weeks go to your general doctor so he or she can clear you, if he doesn't, keep on relaxing,"

"O-Okay," Harry stammers. His heart rate is still a bit high.

The doctor soon walks away, but he told us he can be discharged in a few hours. He just wants to keep an eyes on Harry.

I look to my boyfriend who is tugging his hand through his brown hair and has his eyes closed. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"I can't work for two weeks," He says like it's obvious. "The restaurant got broken into and I need to see what's been stolen or damaged, and I wanted to finish redoing it by this week, so this delays it. I still have to be in charge of the publishing office, and I need to plan the banquet dinner for December, I haven't even booked a venue," Each thing he tells me, I see his heart rate increase.

"Please, calm down," I say. His number is at 150 now. Harry's head rests on his pillow and he lets out a sigh. I see his chest rising and falling heavily. "You'll figure it out,"

"How?" He asks. "I have me, myself, and I, to handle all of those things," His green eyes reopen and he looks at me. I open my mouth to speak but I close it. "Yeah, I know I put all of this pressure on myself and it was stupid of me, you don't have to remind me," Harry says.

"I wasn't going to say that," I tell him. His eyes narrow. "I'm being honest,"

"Okay," He drops it. His teeth bite down on his bottom pink lip and his hands run down his heated face.

"Why don't I take over while you're staying at home for the two weeks," I offer. "You just need to write down all the things I need to do,"

"I can't ask you to do that," Harry says instantly.

"You're not asking me though," My eyes look into his. They're soft looking.

"Still," My boyfriend mumbles. "I know you want nothing to do with it, so you don't need to be involved,"

"Your problems are my problems, right?" I say with a gentle grin. "I got it, I know a bit about the business world believe it or not,"

"I don't want that stress to be on you," Harry says.

"I'll be fine," I say while squeezing his hand. "When you're home tonight or tomorrow, write me the list on what you need done and it will be done by the two weeks you're out. That includes your office,"

"Eve-"

"I got it," I repeat while looking into his eyes. I kiss his cheek.

"Or I can go to work,"

"No," I say with scowling eyes. "You almost had a heart attack, Harry," I remind him. "You get to watch Avery, that's fun," He chuckles at my words causing me to smile.

It falls silent for a few moments between us. He's still looking at me and I'm still looking at him. "I'm sorry," He says. "I didn't mean to yell at you," His eyes turn softer.

"How did you not mean to?" I ask.

"I was stressed, tired, and annoyed. Annoyed because I had to go to the city, to go to my new business and see what's wrong. I was just taking it out on you, like always, and I'm sorry. My therapist put me on some anti anxiety medicine to help me though," Harry informs me.

"When did you go?" I ask with knotted eyebrows.

"When I left the house, I went to him instead of the restaurant," He admits. "I didn't like like the way I was acting or feeling so I went there,"

I nod and bite my lip. "Be careful with the medicine," I say.

"I will," He murmurs.

"I mean it though, you said your Dad was a drug addict, that means you can be one," I bring up.

"I know," His eyes meet mine again. "I'm sorry,"

"Okay," I murmur. I look to the IV stand beside him and let out a small shrug.

I can't really think of being mad at him right now because of everything happening. All I can think about is that Harry almost had a heart attack.

I don't want to forgive him yet, but I oddly feel like I have without saying it.

I push my thoughts away and look back to my boyfriend who's staring at me.

He hasn't yelled in general in a long time though. Like a very long time. I don't even remember the last time when he did. I know that's not an excuse to why it's okay, but I know he doesn't do it often.

I just don't know anymore.

A://N

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