Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 77: Sleeping Princesses & Surprise Pockets

Beth's POV

"It's not about forgiveness Harry," I say, "it's about trust."

And the expression on his face falls, making me feel guilty.

It suddenly feels really hot and uncomfortable in here.

I want to hug him.

No.

I want him to hug me.

But I don't want to ask for that.

And I'm still angry and upset with him over all of this.

I put my breakfast down onto the floor and throw the blankets off before standing up.

I look back down at the bed.

How did I get there?

"I put you in there last night," Harry interrupts my thoughts, "I came in to see if you wanted some dinner and you were sound asleep. So I moved you there and I slept here," he gestures to the chair.

I shove my hands into my pockets and continue to stand there awkwardly.

"I can't believe you stayed," I say quietly.

"I would never leave you Beth," he replies, "no matter how badly I fucked up, I wasn't going to leave you."

And it's like he's reached into my chest and squeezed my heart with his hands.

A lone tear falls down my cheek and I reach up and wipe it away, just as the door to Chloe's room opens.

"Ah, good morning Ms. Westlake, Mr. Styles," Dr. Wynter says as he enters the room, along with several other people, who all gather at the end of her bed, "colleagues and medical students," he gestures to the others who all offer me a sympathetic smile, "this is a teaching facility so I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all," I say before watching Harry step right back, an uncomfortable look on his face.

Before I even realise it, I gesture for him to come and stand with me.

His eyes widen in surprise at my gesture and he quickly walks over, standing close behind me so I can feel him.

"Oh!" one of the young female medical students gasps and look straight at Harry and I feel him stiffen behind me, "you're Harry..."

"Get out," I cut her off.

"I'm...sorry?" she looks at me in confusion.

I point to my daughter.

"She is your focus, your patient is your focus, not the person behind me," I say, narrowing my eyes at her, "now since I don't believe your attention is one hundred percent on my daughter, I'd like you to leave," I cross my arms over my chest.

She looks to Dr. Wynter who nods his head in agreement.

Don't fuck with me.

Her face flames with embarrassment as she straightens herself up and, with her nose in the air, she leaves the room.

Good thing cause I would not have hesitate to drag her out by her stethoscope and thrown her out myself.

And I'm not one bit sorry.

I look back to Dr. Wynter, waiting to see what he has to say about Chloe.

"Looking at her chart, everything is as we expected," he explains, "her vitals are steady, no change there..."

"So when do you think you'll take the breathing tube out?" I anxiously ask.

"Well, we're going to take her for another MRI scan now to see if the swelling has reduced at all overnight and then we'll know after that," he says, "the scan will give us a clear indication of how her condition is looking."