The Payne Life - Part 2

Take Me Home

Kaceys POV:

It all happened so quickly and in my head it just clicked. I jumped in the water after Harry's unconscious body began to sink in the water. Loads and loads of red liquid poured out of his open cut wounds.

A boat, a fucking speed boat didn't. see him in the water and--ran over Harry.

The boat was moving so quickly that the impact of being hit on the head by one made him pass out and the propellers of the boat damaged his arm and chest.

"HELP ME!" I sobbed pulling him as much as I could. Our own boatman came over and helped me load harry out of the water. That fucking boat that hit him didn't even go back and check on him.

"Harry babe wake up please" I sobbed.

I ripped my tanktop in two and tied his opened wounds that were bleeding profusely.

"Please harry hang in there." I cried again. He was breathing faintly but was completely unconscious. He was losing blood and his body felt cold.

"Shit hurry please!" I yelled at the boatman. He nodded and went as fast as he could and I starred back at my mangled and hurt husband.

Soon enough we got back to the shore and basically begged for help since I can't lift him that well. A group of young boys came over and helped me. I thanked them with kissed on the cheek while I was sobbing before I ran back over to my husband.

Harry was loaded into an ambulance and I hoped in watching the Doctors connect him to an Iv and began to pour peroxide on his split open chest and arms.

The cuts were so deep and blood kept oozing out and to me it was the most god awful thing to see but I can't take my eyes off of harry. He needs to be okay.

"Will he be alright?!" I shouted "ma'am calm down we're doing what we can." A man replied

No , that's not the answer that I wanted.

I threw my head in my hands and let more tears flow out. How could this happen?! How could that fucking boat not see him?! He went from smiling at me to being hit and toppled by a boat.

Not more than a moment later the doors of the ambulance flung open and they carried Harry out into the hospital. I jumped out and quickly followed not letting my eyes leave harry.

They pushed him through doors and doors deeper into the building and kept calling out things about him which I understood none of it.

"We need to get him in surgery now!" A lady yelled. Now that I understand,

"Surgery?!" I shouted

"Do you want him to loose his arm or worse lose his life?!" The lady shouted

"No no but--" I cried before they pushed him away through a "critical condition" hall

I followed until some strong arms grasped my waist "I'm sorry miss you can't go in there." A mads soothing voice spoke

"No no ! I need to go in there! I need to be with him!" I yelled . My nails scratched the mans arm and I was flailing everywhere to get out of his grip.

"Ma'am you can't he need surgery doctors are only permitted from that point you can see him when he's out." He said soothingly again.

I gave up moving falling limo in his arms and continued to cry.

He helped me up and led me back to the waiting room where I bawled and bawled. People everywhere were starring at me like I was mental and in honesty I was right now.

Maybe this was how harry felt when I was hospitalized. He always tells me how scary it was and when he lost me-though it was only for a brief while- that he couldn't bare it. And that's how I feel. I. Can't bare the thought of him hurt or fucking losing him.