Thunder

Chapter 9-PART 2

"Hey," Louis came over and sat beside me in the A & E, he looked worried, his care free face lined.

"He was assaulted." I whispered, putting my head in my hands.

Louis did a double take, "What?" he cried, "What happened?"

I shook my head, "I don't know," I whispered, "I went outside and he was lying on the ground and there was so much blood on his back" I gulped and looked at my hands crysted with his dried blood.

"Who the fuck would do this?" he asked me, I shrugged like I didn't know, "is he going to be okay?" he asked me.

I nodded, "he's out not, but the doctor said he should be fine." I said, remembering how I run back inside and screamed for help until someone phoned an ambulance.

Then running through the hospital halls, begging for someone to tell me what was going on but nothing all they were saying was: "White male, twenty five years old, assaulted, brusing to face and scarring to back, unconcious at the scene but awake briefly to confirm name." they had rattled off as I was no longer to keep up with them.

"You look tired," Louis commented. I gave him a weak smile.

"Thanks."

"You should try and sleep," he advised, "go home."

I shook my head, "I want to be here when he wakes up."

Louis narrowed his eyes, "what is up with you two?" he mused, "you didn't know each other very long before he moved, and now it's like you live and breath for one another."

I shrugged, "we're just close." 

"It's like when people get really close after being trapped together or kidnapped together or something," he said.

"Harry was just there when I was having a hard time." I said, leaning back and closing my eyes, only now realising how tired I was.

"At least get some sleep," Louis said, "I'm here now, I'll wake you up when he does." he promised. 

"Okay," I agreed, I was just settling myself in the chair when a doctor walked in.

"January?" He said recognising me, I stood up immediatley, Louis followed suit.

"How is he?" I asked.

"He's out on pain meds but he should be fine, we're keeping him in in case he has a concussion, the police said they would be round tomorrow to get a statement from you both." I nodded.

"Can I sit with him?" I asked the doctor.

"Someone can." he said, "not both of you though, sorry."

I glanced at Louis,"you go," he said, "I have to ring the boys anyway." I thanked him and the doctor and went to sit with my poor broken angel.

He lay there, his skin white in one of those papery hospital gowns. His face had been cleared of blood but it was still bruised and his nose bent out of shape as though broken. 

"Oh Harry," I said, running a hand through his hair, "poor baby." I murmured. I pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat in it, taking Harry massive hand in my smaller one. I felt myself slowly drifitng into sleep but it was a haunted sleep. The sleep I often had. The sleep with the dream. The nightmare. It was so terrible because the events were real, and had taken place on that fateful night that I tried to get away from Darren, Harry had helped, but it had not been enough:

"Nice to see you," Darren said coldly from behind me, my eyes were trained on him in the mirror.

I turned around to face him slowly and braced myself against the sink, "What are you doing here?"