Broken

Chapter 45

He went off to get some decent food, making me feel nervous in the room alone. The last time I was by myself I ended up being beaten again. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling slightly disorientated. My clothes were folded neatly on the arm chair on the other side of the room, clearly washed and ironed. I felt disgusting, my hair feeling greasy from whatever the surgeons had done to it.

By the time Harry got back I had managed to wobble over to the window, sitting on the ledge and peering out to the streets below.

"Hey, you shouldn't be out of bed," he tutted, sitting across from me.

He came bearing gifts, pulling out Cadburry's chocolate, two sandwiches and Lucozade to get my energy up. I smiled and jumped back onto my bed, sitting cross-legged as he sat the goodies in front of me. My stomach started rumbling at the sight of food, suddenly starving. I picked at my sandwich, dying to get my hands on the chocolate like a greedy little kid.

He could feel my urge and opened it, grinning at me as I licked my lips.

"Good to see you have an appetite," he laughed.

He broke a piece off for me, waving it in my face and teasing me. I grabbed it off him and slipped it in my mouth to savour it.

"Soooo good," I groaned.

He laughed again and ate a piece himself as I sipped the Lucozade, boosting my energy levels. Harry had also brought an overnight bag full of clothes and my other bits and bobs. The nurse had already told him I would be here for at least a week so I wanted the room to feel cosy. He placed my little owl on the bedside table along with a new teddy bear and jar of boiled sweets. I smiled at how kind he was being, pottering around putting everything in its place. I shuffled through the pile of magazines he had thrown onto the bed, picking out one that caught my attention.

The room looked brighter just from adding a few bits and pieces here and there. The mag was full of Take That and Katie Price, Harry rolling his eyes.

"God some people," he muttered.

I laughed at his rude comment, just as a policeman knocked on the door. He peered round, smiling awkwardly.

"Hi, Kristen is it?" he asked, standing in the doorway.

I nodded and he sat at the end of the bed, Harry shuffling around in the background.

"I know your probably not feeling quite yourself at the moment, but I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?"

I looked up at Harry who was frowning at the friendly policeman, clearly irritated by him disturbing us. But I nodded anyway, the more they knew the better.

I told him about growing up as a child, Harry listening intently on the armchair. Things that I hadn't told him kept spilling out like of me, like the incident at the park and the day they were arrested. My hormones took over me and before I knew what was going on, the tears were rolling down my cheeks. He asked about what my dad did when he found me at the apartment and I told him as much as I could remember.

"And now I'm here," I finished, shrugging my shoulders and wiping my face with the back of my hand.

He nodded sympathetically and stood up, shaking Harry's hand,

"Thank you very much, that's a great help," he said, waving goodbye and leaving us alone at last.

"At least they're actually doing something now," he sighed.

I nodded as he wrapped his arms around me, feeding me more chocolate and Lucozade.

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He ended up falling asleep on the armchair before the nurse came back, shaking her head at him.

"Oh dear," she sighed in her little Scottish accent, " I did come here to tell him he had to go home but...come on how can I wake that up."

I looked over at him and smiled, he did look adorable. His head was hanging heavily, legs dangling over the armrest, "your very lucky to have him."

"Yeah...he is something," I breathed, my heart melting just looking at him.

She grinned and sat on the edge of my bed. I seemed to have developed a bond with this sweet little nurse. She was slightly older, her greying hair poking out through her little hat.

"So is he your sweetheart?" she asked curiously, giggling like a school girl.

I couldn't help but laugh at her cuteness, both of us whispering to avoid waking Harry.

"I guess you could call him that," I chuckled.

She patted my hand and smiled, making me feel warm inside like I was hugging someone's granny.

"Just you be careful, I don't want to see you in the Maternity Ward," she said, making me blush.

She threw a blanket over Harry and ruffled his curls gently, wishing me goodnight as she switched the lamp off. I watched her creep out of the room to deal with her other patients, sinking into my bed sleepily as I listened to Harry's soft breathing...