Chapter 8
Harry's P.o.V.
Louis had fallen asleep and foolishly i kept my cruches out of reach. My bladder was full and it was ready to pop. I got up slowly careful to not put any pressure on it what so ever as directed by sydney. I held myself up by the arm rest of the couch. My cruches were on teh recliner only 3 feet away form wher i was balancing myself. My leg was broken and life less as it was still hurt and weighed a ton, with the cast all the way up my thigh. I reached for my cruches with my right hand as my fingers began to frip one of the cruches i lost my balance, feel on my ass and soiled myself. But i think it was the crunching noise of my already broken broken hand that woke up Louis.
"Did it hurt?" Sydney asked as she gently laid me back inot a hospital bed.
"Yeah, at least teh first time it broke I knew it was broken before I could feel the pain." I said annoyed from teh stinging of the broken bones. Sydney took my broken leg and leveled it up.
"Where was Liam?" she asked.
"At an ice cream shop, we told him what happend but we decided not to wait and just caught a cab." I answered her question as I wathced her take out clean white sheets, ans as she unfolded themto cover me I asked.
"Why won't you be with me?" Her eyes widened as if thei were the first I'd asked her. She made no eye contact, finished unfolding the sheets adn acted like I had said anything. I pressed my lips together and shooked my head in disappointment as I watched her walk out the door.
Sydney's P.o.V.
"Why won't you be with me?" I heard his lips say. My eyes opened wide and I thought about the first time he'd asked me. It was the night before he left. Before he opened his eyes, I knew I had feelings for him. I'd come into his room an hour before my shift just to stare at him, watch his chest go up adn down. But after every time I'd come to watch him, I'd leave and feel guilty. Sadness would overcome me.
"No." I had said bluntly. I saw his eyes go dark and I walked out the room waiting or the guilt to fill me, but all i felt was water streaming. I finished unfolding the sheets laid them down, made nmo eye contact, and left. Except this time the guilt filled every fiber of my body, the feeling wasn't new, every time he fell asleep in my arms, every kiss, every touch, look, spoken words, felt bittersweet. How could I love a man, while still committed and in love with another.