Snow wolf

Chapter twelve

Hannah's pov
Sickening crack..........
I look at the retreating figure that just fucking did that to my best friend. Number 44 on the other team. I jump over the railing and land gracefully next to Harriet. She's clutching her arm and whimpering in pain.

"I'll hold off healing don't worry about it." She whispers, just before she losses consciousness. Paramedics push me out of the way, and I look over to see number 44 being held down by the cops in the middle of the field, reading him his rights. Oh how I wish I could tear his throat out, but I can't I dead I decide that Sam needs to know what happened. I sprint to the boys locker room and slam open the door, not caring that I interrupted the coach.

"Sam, quick it Harriet. They're taking her to the hospital." I say panting and sprint out of there as fast as I can, Sam now right in my tail. When we reach the scene of the crime they have Harriet on a stretcher, and is wheeling her into the ambulance. There is gauss around her head, I didn't even realize she had hit it. God please let her be okay. Sam runs right up and into the back of the ambulance, explaining that she was his sister and he wasn't leaving her. The paramedics nodded.

"Here, Hannah I'll meet you at the hospital okay ." He says handing me his keys, when the paramedics say I can't ride as well.  I nod and race to the car, getting into it and speeding all the way to the hospital. When I get there they are just wheeling Harriet into a room, and pushing Sam into a chair in the waiting room. I take a seat next to him.

"Did they say anything?" I ask he shakes his head no.

Please let her be alright.

A few hours later

"Riebold?" Sam and I stand up and approach the doctor. "I'm afraid that I have some bad news, there is a high chance that she may never wake up from this, and if she dose, it's likely that she won't have her memories. The impact to her head when she landed caused enough damage that we don't know what's going to happen for sure, but we do know for certain, she will never see again."

--------two weeks later--------
"Why is she still not up?" Sam whispers to me. We are currently curled up on separate beds in Harriet's hospital room. We have been here since we got the news. I shake my head, my voice is to tired from all the crying I have been doing the past two weeks. Sam stands up from his bed, and walks over to me crouching down beside my bed, he lifts a hand and wipes away the tears I didn't know had fallen.

"Shhh no more tears okay? I hate to see you cry." I nod and hide my face. "Hey no, let me see your face. Don't hide from me." He grabs me chin softly and drags my face over to face his, he leans in slightly, and I subconsciously lean in as well. Our eyes flutter shut and our lips brush each other's, but we both pull away when we hear a loud gasp.

Sam pulls away and turns on the light, we look to Harriet's bed to see her siting up, with wide blue eyes.

Her eyes were brown last time I saw them, shit brown.

The doctors were right..

She's blind.

I feel so bad for writing this, 'cause some one has got to be crying right now, just remember I love you pack. And it will get Better eventually.