A/N: Failure was written during my stay at a hospital when my close friend passed away, it contains a character death and is quite depressing. Comments + feedback are welcome, so I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter he would be with Draco Malfoy … as it so happens he's not, so I obviously don't own him.
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Failure
By Danielle
Bleep, bleep … bleep. My eyes snap open, flicking to the heart monitor and respirator, whilst my hand clutches at his cold clammy one. He's still here, the machine just failed. Yet I do not release the hand trapped in mine. I remain perched on the plastic red chair, in the bleach white room. The lights buzz over head, whilst the TV next door crackles. Yet the noise I want to here most in the world – the sound of your voice is strangely absent.
Over a month later I am still here. To an outsider the room appears frozen in time, but all that matters is you and your recovery. Everyday I replace the dying flowers with a white rose, before returning to my plastic red chair. However today, something is different, something is wrong. The buzz, the bleep, the crackle all so similar, yet so different. Why?
I begin to doze and as my eyelids flutter shut, I hear that dreaded noise – the endless bleep. He's flat lining. Doctors and Nurses rush in and try all the methods to bring him back. Spells, potions, even muggle methods all fail to help you. They pronounce you. It's 4:02, Friday 22nd October, and they've failed you.
I'm being dragged out now, but I wrench my arm away and run to you. Your friend, your brother, your lover. I'm here baby don't worry. Outside it begins to rain, as I pull back the white sheet; it's as if the sky feels my pain too. I look into your emerald orbs, usually so bright and full of life, yet now they're grey. Dead.
I lean closer and say the three words I never could say in life. I love you Harry James Potter, always have always will. Tears threaten to fall, as the realisation hits me.
You're gone. I've failed you.