*HARPER'S Point of View*

I hated dreams like this, where I knew I was dreaming and desperately want to wake up, but no matter how hard I tried to claw my way to the surface, I was still trapped in my subconscious. It felt like some external force was weighing heavily on my chest, so when I tried to cry out for someone to help me, I could barely manage a squeak. 

I floated through dreamland, visited by images from the past few days as well as from my childhood, like the time I went to an amusement park and went on one of those rides that was shaped like a cylinder. Everyone stood on the outer edge of the cylinder and it started spinning, and as we went faster and faster, the force up on us made it so we couldn't lift our hands or heads away from the walls. I was spinning faster and faster, working harder and harder to get myself unstuck, but then the floor fell away.

I woke up a jolt. At least I thought I woke up. I opened my eyes and looked around and everything was white. Shit, I was still dreaming. I wanted to wake up so I could scoot closer to Harry and have him put his arms around me, to have him comfort me and tell me everything was going to be okay. 

Somewhere nearby, I heard my dad's voice.

"Harper." 

He sounded so real.

"Harper, sweetie, wake up. It's me, Dad."

I worked harder to push myself to the surface. As much as I loved my dad, I wanted Harry right now.

"Come on, Dimples, show me those pretty eyes," he coaxed.

After struggling hard to open my eyes, I finally did it and convinced myself that I was really awake. But...why was my dad here? The last thing I knew, I was in bed with Harry. 

Oh, my god, why was my dad here?!

My eyes shot open wider and I looked around in a panic. Oh, my god, what was happening? Dad was here, right by my side, smiling, stroking my hair. This wasn't my hotel room in London. What the hell? I tried to ask questions or to sit up or to do anything at all, but my body wouldn't cooperate.

When was I going to finally come out of this psychotic nightmare? I wished Harry would just sense me struggling and wake me up to break me out of it. 

Harry!

My eyes had drifted shut but they flew open again. Where was Harry?! Why wasn't he here and why was I in a hospital bed? 

And my father was becoming more real. 

I struggled to move, but I couldn't. I started to panic. I was trapped in some drug-induced haze. What the fuck were they doing to me?

"Harper!" Dad's stern voice finally got my attention. "Listen, honey, you're going to be just fine. I know you feel like you can't move, but that will wear off, I promise. They're giving you lots of fluid to get the drugs out of your system. Just relax and you'll feel better soon. You're safe now." 

Why wasn't I safe before?

Why was I here?

Where was Harry?

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