- 3 hours later -
*Sam's P.O.V*
After having stitches put into my head, I waited in the corridor for news of Harriet with her brother, Austin. The atmosphere was tense. I couldn't handle this.
"So, what exactly happened?" Austin asked. He was in so much shock that his tanned skin had turned white and his eyes didn't move from the same point on the floor. His body was stiff and hunched over.
"She couldn't see out of her eyes so I decided to get her to the hospital after she had fainted. The police said that an on-coming speeding car smashed into our car and flipped it. Man I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just trying to help her." My voice chocked and I sat down as tears started pouring from my eyes again. Austins eyes moved off of the spot and onto my face.
"Sam, bro, it wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself and thank you for staying with her. I'm sure she would appreciate it," and once he had finished his sentence, the doctor walked out of Harriet's room.
Austin and I both stood up.
"So, how is she?" we said simultaneously.
"Doing well. She needs her rest and she has lost a lot of blood so is on a drip at the moment. She will have to stay in the hospital for a few days. She has 30 stitches on the back of her neck and 60 up her back. She has a few broken ribs and a broken leg."
My heart sunk.
"Can I see her, please doctor."
He nodded. "She is currently asleep though."
I said thanks and walked into the room. Sitting onto the chair beside her bed, I held her hand. She looked broken.
"Harriet I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for this and recover. I never meant for this to happen. The first day I clapped eyes on you I knew there was something special about you. I know that your Kian's girl, but you honestly do mean the world to me. You mean the world to me and your my best friend. Please forgive me. Please. Please. Plea-"
I got disrupted by her phone bleeping in my pocket. I had taken it for safe keeping back at my house and, because she had previously told me her password, I unlocked it and checked the message. It was from Kian and it read:
"What is that? Look Harriet, we are over now. Sending me a smudgy red picture isn't going to change anything. I though you was special. I thought you was the one. But your just like every other girl, cheap and a player. Goodbye Harriet."
I couldn't believe what he had said to her. I pulled out the camera and took a photo of her to send to Kian along with the caption 'She's got a broken heart and is now physically broken. This happened because we was on our way to the hospital because her eye was the size of a golf ball. She wasn't lying. Now look at her. Still beautiful as her broken body lays here.' I pressed send and put the phone away, kissed her forehead and held her hand again. I wasn't going anywhere.
*Kian's P.O.V*
My phone bleeped again. I knew it was a message from Harriet so I didn't bother checking it. My heart was broken and I didn't want to even look at a picture of her. I pulled my laptop out from underneath my bed and logged onto twitter. Scrolling through my tweets, I saw one from Sam.
"@SamPottorff: You never know how sacred life is until your sitting in a hospital watching someone who you love fight for their life. #PrayForHarriet."
Wait what?! Pray for Harriet was now trending world wide. What was wrong?! My heart rate increased as I ran to pick up my phone and check my messages from her. I dropped my phone as I saw the picture. My whole world had now stopped. I heard the doorbell ring and I rushed down the stairs to open it hoping it was news from Harriet. My heart was pounding. Was all of this my fault? Why did I dump her? Oh my gosh what do I do. as I opened the door, I saw a familiar figure standing there. She threw her arms around me and started kissing my lips.
"Hey Kiki, I heard your single. All the more time for us. You don't need that slut Harriet anymore. She's all in the past."
I pushed her off of me and shoved her into the wall. "She is not a slut. She was perfect and your nothing compared to her. Now get the hell out of my house and go home. No one wants you here!" and shortly after yelling that, I pushed her out of the door and got into my car driving frantically to the hospital. I needed to see my girl. Tears streamed from my eyes. What have I done?
