One Lucky Girl

Chapter 11

Harrys POV

Loud sirens sound in the background. The sound of tires screeching to a halt on the pavement of my driveway bring me back to reality.

Is she dead? Oh no oh no oh no.

Fuck no.

This can't be it. What the hell even happened to her?! She didn't even look like she drank anything last night, but I guess she must have.

This is all my fucking fault. I'm such a dumbfuck. Why did I leave her at the club? I should have been right by her side not hooked on some dumb blonde whore the whole night. Fuck I'm so stupid.

A couple of fierce knocks echo through my dark cold house from the door two rooms over. I can't bring myself to answer it though, my arms are wrapped tightly around Audrey, as if she will fall apart in front of me if I loosen my grip. I'm sitting on the floor with Audrey sprawled across me, her face in the crook of my neck.

"C'mon baby, say something, anything" I squeak, my voice breaking as tears fall from my face. I'm never emotional. I never cry.

There is a loud bang and the cracking of wood in the other room, most likely my front door. Many pairs of feet shuffle through across the hardwood floors, their owner's yelling for my location.

I look up from Audrey's pale face, and say, "I-In here." It came out more of a sob than anything.

"Hey, their over here!"

The paramedics flood the room, two try to pry my hands off of the weak body on my lap. I just block all of the out as they remove my arms, not fighting it. They know what their doing.

"Hello, miss? This is emergency services, we are here to help you" a young man asks confidently.

I slowly go to stand up as question after question is fired at me.

"What is her name?"

"What happened?"

"Do you know her medical history?"

"Has she ever had a heart attack before?"

"How long has she been unconscious?"

I just stand there, hand on the chair behind me for support. Heart attack?! She could be having a heart attack?!

"I- I- I don't know! I just came home from the club and saw her laying there! I don't know anything about her, I just met her a couple of days ago!" I cry out the replies, afraid any time lost could be fatal.

"Alright, we have everything under control, don't worry." an older man gives me a reassuring nod, placing a firm hand on my shoulder for effect.

"O- Okay." I start to calm down, there isn't anything to worry about. She is going to be fine. The man leads me into the kitchen, suggesting I sit down and drink some water. I consent, reaching for the fridge but freeze when I here:

"Damn it! I barely have a pulse. Phil, get me the respirator! She might go into cardiac arrest" a worried voice wavers from a few yards away. I turn and try to sprint back into the room, held back by three bulky paramedics.

"CARDIAC ARREST? ISNT THAT A HEART ATTACK? IS SHE OKAY? DAMN IT GIVE ME ANSWERS!!!" I scream at the men, beating their chests over and over.

Audrey's mangled body is slowly lifted onto a stretcher with five medics crowded around her. I can't see her. I can't see if she's okay.

I'm held back by the men, and I stop fighting the hot tears running down my flushed cheeks. I collapse onto the tiled floor of the kitchen and watch the people rush outside to the ambulance and other surrounding emergency vehicles. Wait, I can't just let her go like this. I need to be with her.

I sprint out of the house, not bothering with the mangled door on the floor, just as the ambulance doors are slammed and they screech out of my complex. I fling open the door to my Range Rover, bringing it to life and pulling out right after the speeding cars. My mind is still somewhat fuzzy from all the drinks I've had tonight, but I speed on anyway. I ignore the red lights and honking horns of angry drivers. I don't care, I need to keep the blinking emergency lights in front of me in view. I can't lose her. Not again.

It seems like forever until the cars pull into the hospital, and I park right behind them, blocking out the voices yelling for me to move my car.

"-Hey, you can't park there!" a nurse grabs my wrist as I shuffle out of the car and towards the enterance.

"Yes, I can. I can't lose the girl that I'm convinced I love just roll away in that fucking stretcher. I can't lose her. Not this time." I spat, leaving the middle aged woman stunned.

I sprint through the automatic doors, chasing the frenzied group of people pushing Audrey away.

"Sir?" the receptionist attempts in a poor effort to stop me from running down the hall. "SIR! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED DOWN THERE. THAT IS EMPLOYEE ONLY."

I ignore her and keep running. Nothing can stop me from seeing her. Frantic tears are still spilling from my eyes, blurring my vision.

I twist and turn, dodging shocked nurses and abandoned cots, and turn to the left just in time to see the group enter double doors. A sign reading "surgery" flashes red above. Oh no. Shit no.

The doors swing back and forth, and I race to catch them before they close. I get there too late, and shake the handle with my clammy hands with no avail.

"Let me in! I have to see her!" I scream at the doors, slamming my clenched fists over and over against the metal doors. All I can do is peer throght the small glass window on the door and watch the scene infront of me unfold in horror.

My poor, broken Audrey lays flat on a silver table. About a dozen nurses buzz around, some strapping her down others setting up her medicine and hooking her up to machines. One device catches my eye though, the one that tracks your heartbeat. Usually the line jumps with every beat, but her line is flat. No. No. No. No. No. The tears pour harder down my now flushed face. My curls are sticking to the perspiration of my forehead, and I don't even bother to wipe them away.

Two doctors yell orders back and forth, and take out two oval devices hooked up to a big machine. Audrey's shirt is ripped open, and some slime is rubbed across her chest. The ovals press to her chest, and a sudden shock pulses through her body and she bucks into the air. The heart bat monitor jumps quickly but goes right back to a flat line. The doctors go to try again, but I can't see the monitor through the tears flooding my eyes.

Suddenly, I feel two large arms wrap around me, dragging me away from the horrid scene.

"I'm sorry sir, but you aren't allowed back here." the security guard growls at me, not loosening his grip. I don't even try to fight it. I'm done fighting.

I've lost Audrey.

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