Angel Academy

Chapter Twenty

Niamh's POV

When we arrived at the hospital, I waited impatiently for the woman to check me in and for the cops to show me to where my son was. I followed them, and was relieved when I saw Heath's smiling face in the middle of three cops. He was babbling on in baby talk with only a few english words, and the cops nodded and laughed as if they understood him. He sat in the chair looking up and all three of them, giggling. My shoe made a squeaking noise on the hospital floor, and Heath turned his head to me. When he saw me, he reached for me and started to cry when the police officer wouldn't let him get up.

I ran to him, shoving at the police officer when he wouldn't let me hold my son. 

"Move," I snarled. "That's my son."

I could feel the prescence of the older cop behind me, and his deep voice rang out, "Let her go. That's her boy. She's been worried sick." They cop that had been blocking me moved, and I scooped Heath into my arms, tears of relief falling down my face.

"My baby boy," I murmured against his head, hiccuping from the tears. "I thought I lost you." I checked him for damage, even after the cops insisted he was damage free. I had to see if for myself. Except for a cut on his lip that the cops said was from falling at the hospital he seemed fine. "You couldn't even keep him from falling? What kind of idiot does that?" I glared at the cops and they scowled back.

"Mrs. Harvey?"

I turned around. A short female doctor stood in a lab coat looking expectadly at me. Her brown hair was yanked into a ponytail, and her green eyes looked up at me. She looked to be fifteen years old, and her name tag said her name was Natasha. "Ms. Harvey," I corrected her.

She nodded. "Of course; my aplogies. Ms. Harvey, your mother is in critical condition. She has suffered many lacerations and stab wounds."

My hand flew to my mouth, and I whispered between my fingers, "Oh my god..."

The woman nodded. "There is blunt force trauma to the back and right area of her head, and, I'm sorry to say, but she was raped as well." Natasha didn't look happy, and she waited a few moments, as if making sure I wouldn't have a nervous break down. After a few moments, she continued. "The odds aren't in her favor, but we're doing everything in our power to keep her from going into a coma. It doesn't look like our efforts are going to work though, and we'll be bringing her in for surgery."

"How long will that last?"

Natasha shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't say."

"What can I do?"

"The best thing for you to do, is go home."

I shook my head, tears filling my eyes. "I don't have a home. They ruined it. They ripped it to shreds, I-"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't know what else to tell you. It's going to be a while, and it looks like your son needs to be put to bed. Please, think of your son." I nodded slowly, and turned from the woman.

Looking around me, Jeremy was no where to be seen. "Is there anywhere you'd like me to take you?" I thought about it for a moment, and nodded.

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Corbin's POV

There was loud knocking at the door, and I threw on a pair of pants. "Corbin! Door!"

"I know, mom, I hear it!" I made my way to the door. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it said it was two in the morning. Who the hell is banging on the door this late at night? I yanked the door open, planning on giving the knocker a piece of my mind, but froze at the sight I saw.