Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 56: Glitter Twins and Punching Bags

Harry's POV

"Shit!" I curse.

I look down at the picture of Cate and I, looking anything but cosy.

I didn't even know I'd been photographed leaving Cate's flat either.

And now it's just adding to what I already have to try and explain to Beth.

Can this day get any bloody worse?

Give it time Harold, the night is but a pup.

Beth picks up the tea towel and places it back onto her hand, looking straight ahead.

"Beth?" I quietly say.

I hear her breathe in deeply and close her eyes, her face scrunching up in pain.

"Love?" I speak to her again.

But still she doesn't look at me.

I don't blame her feeling hurt or angry, but I thought she'd at least talk this out with me.

"Look, Beth..." I try again but she suddenly starts to get up.

Her movements are slow and jerky and her eyes are wide as she staggers to the bathroom door.

Shit, this isn't right.

I scramble to my feet and put one arm around her waist and the other on her arm, holding her close to me.

"Beth are you okay?" I ask, starting to feel a bit scared.

She still doesn't answer me, and instead, she starts gasping for air, like she can't breathe properly.

Fuck I really am scared now.

"Beth! Breathe please!" my voice is shaking as I try to get her attention.

Then she's silent as her legs give way and she goes lifeless in my arms.

"Fuck! No...no...Beth!" I catch her before she hits the floor and place her on the bed.

Okay.

Stay calm Harold.

I check that's she still breathing and she is.

If anything, it's actually slowed to a much more normal rate.

I sit on the bed next to her, holding her hand and immediately call my doctor, explaining what's going on with Beth.

He quizzes me about the day and I tell him about her punching James and that it happened not too long ago.

"Couldn't have happened to a nicer bloke," he quips before assuring me that it's most likely a panic attack combined with coming down from the adrenalin rush.

He advises me to let her rest, keep an eye on her and give her blood sugar levels a boost when she wakes but to call him if I become concerned at all.

I thank him profusely before ending the call and turning my full attention to Beth.

I feel her face and her skin doesn't seem overly hot and her breathing looks normal, which I'm really relieved about.

I don't want to leave her for a second though, but I know those kids need someone with them. It's been a bit of a traumatic day for them too.

What do I do?

Think Harold, think.

Gemma!

I ring her and fill her in with what's happened and I can hear her relaying everything I say back to mum. She doesn't hesitate to come over when I ask her and assures me she'll be there within 20 minutes.