The Belladonna

Chapter 47

Isabella's POV:

My foot tapped anxiously against the floor as I sat in the chair, Shayla holding my hand in hers with a worried look on her face. The doctor had come out just as soon as my mother fainted, and they immediately began working on her. They needed blood for a transfusion, something that they rarely did, but I eagerly gave up some of my blood in hopes it kept her alive.

Dr. Gregory stepped out of his office, my head shooting up to look at him as he took off a pair of gloves, giving me a small smile.

"She got lucky, Isabella. Harry missed her vitals by an inch. It'll take her awhile, but she's going to be okay." He says and I let out a noise that I didn't quite know how to describe, but I'm sure it was relief.

Tears fell down my face out of relief as Shayla squeezed my hand, giving me a smile. "He didn't ruin it permanently." She whispers and I nod, although I had no idea what I was supposed to do with Harry now.

Niall and Louis had successfully tied him up and gave him an earful over what he did, but as far as I know, he still hasn't apologized for it. I don't really know what made him snap like he did, but what I did know is that he hasn't talked to a single person ever since he stabbed my mother.

"How long do you think it'll take for her to recover?" I ask and Gregory shrugs his shoulders, letting out a sigh. "At least six months, maybe more. It all depends on how she recovers and reacts to the medication." he says and I nod my head to him.

"Thank you for keeping her alive." I say gratefully and he gives me a small smile. "It shouldn't be me you thank. Shayla keeping pressure on the wound kept more blood from spilling out, which gave us time to save her." he says, making me turn to Shayla, who was blushing from the compliment.

"Thank you." I whisper and she tries to brush it off like it was nothing, but her smile gave away how happy she was that she had made a big difference. "I would do it again." she says and I smile at her. 

"Now, I need you two to get out of here, not meaning to be rude. Isabella, you still have a checkup with me later today for that arm of yours, but that can wait. I need to get back inside with your mother." Gregory says and I nod, both Shayla and I standing up and walking out of the doctor's office.

I wiped my eyes to clear them of tears, looking up to see Phillipa giving me an anxious look. "Well?" she asks and I give her a smile. "She's going to live." I say weakly and Phillipa lets out a long breath, holding her hand to her heart. 

"Oh thank goodness. What a miracle." she says and turns around, beckoning us to follow her. "Well, we need to go upstairs. Everyone is waiting for us there." she says and we start to follow her, but Shayla starts to frown beside me.

"What's wrong?" I ask quietly and she shakes her head. "It's probably nothing, but don't you think it's strange? How Harry missed her vitals? He's a trained fighter, he knows where to hit an opponent to kill them. So how did he miss?" she questions and I nearly stop walking, catching myself and hurrying to keep up.

That bothered me. I couldn't answer Shayla's questions, but she knew it. 

How could Harry have missed? Could he...have possibly done it on purpose? Or in his rage did he really just stab her without thinking about where he was stabbing?

My brain was spinning with the possibilities as we climbed the stairs, the journey taking the breath out of me for some reason, even though I should've been able to climb them no problem. Maybe all the fatigue and tiredness I have is finally catching up to me. 

I mean, I haven't really slept much in two weeks. And constantly going like this...it can't be good for my body.

But now, of all times, I can't give in to exhaustion. If Harry sees that he's getting to me, then he's going to keep doing it over and over to torture me over his father. If that's why he's even doing this. Maybe he's just angry and doesn't know how to control it anymore.