Chapter 11- Happy Gas

                                    

                                          
*HARRY'S P.O.V*
                          
I was floating through my wondrous little paradise, a numb feeling in my entire body. The place that I was drifting through was pitch black but all around me I could hear hushed voices whispers incomprehensible words. It was like a man raised fully in America trying to understand Icelandic! But strangely the voices made the experience all the more blissful.
                          
All is well until suddenly something strange occurs in my perfect bubble of blackness. A single ray of light breaks through into my wonderland, a single ray so harmless yet dangerous. The ray is expanding, filling my dark place with light and reaching out to me in long twisting fingers. I hear soft laughter and whispering as the light fingers brush me. 
                          
No! I don't want to go!
                          
I try to move away but the light hands grab me and begin to pull me towards the entrance in which the light came from. I struggle but its useless, I am pulled through into the light. 
                          
Everything is so bright here, and it smells like...cleaning products. Ew.
                          
My vision is blurry and distorted but yet everything makes me want to laugh. I start giggling as I look around my blurry world and my mouth drops when I see my hands.
                          
I HAVE THREE HANDS.
                          
Woah. I wave my three arms about in front of me in wonder and awe. I wonder if I have 3 noses..? I stick my tongue out and start desperately trying to touch my three noses, but I can't.
                          
"Help! I can't feel my noses!" I call out laughing, then I get distracted by my elbow...
                          
*NIALL'S P.O.V*
                          
I am almost asleep when I notice Harry rolling about restlessly. Anne is getting food and I decided to take a nap, well not anymore.
                          
"I don waana gooo...." He slurs in his sleep and I giggle. 
                          
I love happy gas. I pull out my phone even though it's against the rules and begin taping him, theres no medics in here anyway.
                          
Suddenly his eyes snap open drowsily, his pupils the size of bowling balls. They take up the majority of his eyes an its actually really creepy. He begins to turn his head around very slowly and starts laughing and I actually start getting kind of freaked out. This kind of stuff only happens in horror movies. 
                          
Suddenly, his mouth drops open as he settles his eyes on his own two hands as he waves them around in front of his face, occasionally whacking me in my own face as he waves. 
                          
"I HAVE THREE HANDS...." He mumbles to himself and I find myself immensely pleased that I started recording this.
                          
Then, to top it off as I try not to laugh, he sticks his tongue out and starts patting it around his upper lip, trying to use his floppy arms to pull it to his nose.
                          
"Heeeelp. I can't feeel my moses." 
                          
Did he just say he can't feel his MOSES?
                          
Weird kid. I assume he meant to say noses but that was damn hilarious. He continues on to examine himself and even tries biting his elbow. I burst out laughing when he starts screaming.
                          
"I'M A GOOFY GOOBER, YEAH! YOU'RE A GOOFY GOOBER,YEAH! WE'RE ALL GOOFY GOOBERS, YEAH! GOOFY GOOFY GOOFY GOOFY GOOOBEEEERRR!" 
                          
He then begins to perform a wild air guitar solo, kicking his legs out wildly and pushing all the blankets off the hospital bed as he does so.
                          

                          
Five and a half minutes more of stupidity and laughing later I decide to see if Harry recognizes me.