Unpredictable Love II

Chapter 100

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Chapter 100

Harry's POV

My large hands shove the door to the emergency room wide open, my breathing heavy and panicked as I spot Jocelyn. At an unsteady pace, my feet carry me towards her.

I can't see her face, her back is towards me, but a I grip her shoulder she whirls around to face me.

"Harry." She chokes in a hoarse voice, her face red and splotchy from her constant stream of tears.

With one sight of her puffy face, I know the news of Karleigh isn't going to be good. Tears prick at my eyes, but I find the strength to speak.

"Where is she?" I ask. "What happened! Where is Karleigh?" Each question is immediately following the last, my voice rising in volume. Each of my hands grips Jocelyn's shoulders as I shout the questions to her sobbing face shaking her forcefully. Desperate for answers.

"Jocelyn!" I roar, trying to break her from her weeping fit. My shouting only seems to upset her more and she cries harder with every jolt, of me shaking her.

A male doctor approaches me from behind and grips my forearm strongly. I release Jocelyn and face the doctor, a solemn look upon his face. I shower him in the same questions I just shouted at Jocelyn.

"You must be Harry." The doctor concludes, calmly.

A single tear glides down my cheek and I nod in confirmation. My heart is racing, unable to comprehend what the doctor may say next.

"She--she was in a horrible accident Harry." The doctor starts and my knees immediately become weak. I topple backwards into the seat behind me, and drop my head into my hands.

The doctor continues with his news, and the fate of my Karleigh. "She hydroplanes across two lanes and into oncoming traffic. Her car was sideswiped, and she slammed her head pretty hard, she has some cuts as well." He trails off.

I look up at his, my eyes burning. "Can I see her?"

He lets out a long breath, "There's something else." He adds softly.

I can literally feel my heartbeat stop. "What." I mouth, unable to summon my voice.

"She's in a coma." He whispers.

I stand to my feet, abruptly knocking over the chair I was just sitting in.

"No!" I shout, at this stupid fucking doctor who's clearly mistaken. The doctor says nothing else and I furiously kick over a small coffee table that's nearby. My fist collides with a wall, striking a pain through my fist that I choose to ignore.

"No." I repeat in a weaker voice, crumpling to floor on my knees, sobbing heavily into my palms.

A pair of arms wrap around me, and I look up to see Jocelyn crying beside me.

"I'm so sorry Harry. I'm so sorry." She manages to choke out between her tears.

She continues to apologize profusely, as if this was somehow her fault, when in reality she had nothing to do with this. Jocelyn couldn't have done anything to stop this, she has nothing to apologize for.

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Dr. Pope appears from the double doors that lead to the other side of the hospital.

"The examination and surgery went well. Her stitches are all in. I'm allowing one visitor." He softly explains. Jocelyn and I rise to our feet simultaneously, and I shoot her a look of danger.

Jocelyn quickly sits back down into her chair, giving my hand a soft squeeze. Clearing my throat, I follow behind Dr. Pope through the double doors, the soft padding of our feet against the tile floor is the only sound.

He stops in front of a door and face me. "Go on in." He says, opening the door for me and allowing me entrance. The door swings closed behind me and my eyes land on her.

Karleigh is sleeping... Or unconscious in her coma.

Her face is emotionless and peaceful, numerous machines connected to her surround her bed. A faint beeping sound catches my attention and I realize it's her heartbeat.

I grab the chair from across the room and scrape it against the floor towards her bedside. A this sheet is draped over her body, leaving only her arms and head exposed. My eyes travel over her bruised face and I flinch internally when my green eyes scan over the long line of stitches along her jaw.

Ansentmindedly, I reach my hand out to hers, taking her cool palm into mine. Stitches line both of her arms along her wrists, and images of glass from the windows stabbing into her perfect skin.

I lean down, pressing my forehead against her entwined hands. "Come back to me." I whisper in defeat. "Come back to me Karleigh, I need you." I choke.

In this moment in time, I can actually relate to something Karleigh had once said to me in a moment of weakness. She said, without me she had nothing to wake up to, no light at the end of the tunnel to get her through the day.

I now understand the rawness that her words held when she spoke them. If Karleigh isn't to make it through this...I can't go on without her. She's my light at the end of the tunnel, I can't do this without her.

I sit up, and spot a glass of water sitting on Karleigh's bedside table, as if she may sit up any minute and take sip from it. Anger flushes through me and I impulsively grab the full glass and throw it forcefully against the adjacent wall, releasing a loud shout.

A memory of Karleigh throwing numerous objects against the wall of her Aunt's house, only for me to find her sitting on the carpet with her arm bleeding. She has never been the type to maintain her temper, and boy does she have a temper.

Her chest rises and falls at a slow pace and I watch the slow rhythm, matching my deep breaths to hers to calm myself down.

The door to Karleigh's room swings open, but I don't take my eyes off of my sleeping beauty before me.

"Visiting hours are over, sir." A nurse murmurs politely.

"I'm staying here." I harshly tell her. She dares not challenge me viscous tone and scurries out of the room.

Moments later the door re-opens and Dr. Pope steps in.

"Heads up." He says. I glance up in time to see him tossing me a bundle of blankets and a pillow. I stare down at the sleep ,arterial and back up to him.

"The chair shifts into a bed..." He mumbles softly before excusing himself from the room and I concentrate on adjusting the chair.

Minutes go by before I finally have the chair set up into a decent bed. Kicking off my shoes, I climb into the bed and pull the sheets up to my neck. My eyes don't flutter closed like they usually do when Karleigh stays the night with me, instead they stay wide open, glued to Karleigh's peaceful face.

"I love you." I call out to her, praying I'd get an answer but knowing deep down inside I wouldn't. I force my eyes to close and unconsciousness overcomes me eventually.

Dreams of Karleigh fill my slumber and it's almost as if she were never injured.

That is, until a barely audible shriek echoes in my ears. I dart up and my eyes land on Karleigh, who's lips are barely parted but her eyes are still closed. I squint my eyes, trying to get a better view of her, and another ear piercing scream escapes her lips. Jumping to my feet, I press the nurse-help button and three nurses immediately storm into the room.

"What happened?" One asks in a rushed voice.

"S-she just...screamed." I stammer.

(A/N: So this is the first chapter of the the next Unpredictable Love book. I hope you guys like it, comment and vote. Thanks so much xoxo)