Heart-Throb Part 1
Harry sat in a plain hospital wheelchair, dressed in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a white t-shirt. He watched his parents converse with his doctor and sign form after form while he waited patiently. His brown curls were still rumpled from the flat hospital pillow he’d been laying on earlier in the morning.
“Well, that’s the last of them.” The doctor indicated to the small stack of papers in the white binder which held Harry’s medical chart. “Are you ready to be going home?”
Harry smiled, his blue tinted lips stretching across his face. “Going home will be nice. Not that getting poked and prodded in the middle of the night isn’t great, but I miss my bed.”
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