Tattoo over my heart

Break in

Chris POV

"Wonder what happened over there?"
"Where?" I ask Scott as I grab my coffee from Linda. I turn and he points in the direction of an ambulance and police cars that have parked over the road. I take a better look and realise they are outside of Harleys Tattoo shop. I drop my coffee and run over there heating Scott call after me. As I get to the shop I see april outside, she has a black eye and a nasty cut on her head.
"April?"
She looks up at me "Chris?" I walk over and hug her tight.
"What happened?"

"Some drugged up idiot, burst in demanding money. Ryan's girlfriend owes them money and they came to collect here. The one guy hit me so Harley...."
"Harley? Where is she?"
April looks over and I see the paramedics wheeling a bed out and lying there was Harley, bloody and bruised and barely recognisable.
"Chris?" I turn and see Scott and he looks so confused.
"April this is my brother Scott, Scott can you please stay here with April and I'll explain everything later"

He nods "thank you. Excuse me"
I walk over to the paramedic and explain I want to go with Harley to the hospital. They allow
Me thankfully and as I climb in I hold her hand and kiss it gently.
"Hey, you need to hang on okay. You need to be okay"
I say a silent pray to anyone who is out there to help save this woman's life.
As we pull up the hospital they rush her inside and ask me to wait outside. I sit and hope to god she will be okay.

After an hour a doctor finally comes out to see me, telling me Harley was badly injured. She had a head injury, a broken leg, broken ribs and a broken eye socket. As well as many cuts and bruises. She wasn't going to heal quickly, it would take time and the doctors were concerned with the swelling attached to her head injury. They say they will keep an eye on it and if and when the swelling goes down they can operate.
"Will she wake up?"
"Right now she is in a medically induced coma, to help with the swelling"
"Okay. Thank you doctor"

He showed me to Harleys room once she had been moved there from the recovery room. Harley looked so pale, the bruising had covered most of her face and her beautiful tattoos were covered with cuts. I walked over to the side of the bed, took a seat and held her hand.
"Hey Harley, I'm here okay. I'm so sorry I didn't respond to your message. I was annoyed and just wanted to make you mad for a while. I'm so sorry, I should have answered you. Harley you have to be okay, please. Promise me you'll be okay"
I stayed with her for as long as I could, but as I wasn't family they made me leave. I told them I would be back first thing but to call me if anything happened.