War Torn

Chapter 42

Harry pov
I waited in a room till they brought Felicity back in.

"What are her injuries?" I asked the doctor, knowing that she couldn't have taken that fall Unscratched.

"To start off, she has a hairline fracture on an vertebrae. It was a millimeter away from her spinal cord. It it had been any farther she would be paralyzed from the diaphragm down. She has a mild concussion, bruised ribs, busted lip, black eye, sprained ankle, sprained wrist, And bruising all over her body. We are going to keep her here for a week before releasing her." The doctor said.

"Thank you," I said.

The doctor left us alone and I sat down next to Felicity.

•••

Felicity pov
I opened my eyes and saw ceiling tiles. I tried to prop myself up, but a hand pushed me back down.

"Hey don't sit up, how do you feel?" Harry asked.

"Everything hurts." I groaned as I put a hand to my head. "Tristian push me down the stairs." I groaned.

"I know. We're still searching for him." Harry said.

I shout up in bed, "Dane! Where's Dane? Is he alright? Where's my son?" I exclaimed as Harry pushed my back to laying down.

"Dane is safe, he's fine." Harry said as he took my hand.

"Tristian threaten him. He told me I had to leave you and this was just a warning." I said.

"We will catch him, I promise you that." Harry said. He kissed my hand.

A knock came at the door, "come in," Harry said.

"Who is that?" I asked.

Martha came in with Dane in her arms.

"Hello," Martha said.

Dane waved. "Hey Sweetie," I said as Martha gave Harry Dane.

I reached out and took his hand. "Hey buddy." I smiled. Dane smiled back at me.

•••

They kept me for a week before releasing me.

Harry drove me back to Balmoral Castle, we pulled up to the castle and Harry got out and rolled me out.

"There's a few people here that want to speak with you about what happened." Harry said. I nodded.

We went to a parlor near our room. Two men were there. I recognized one as the director of the MI5, the other was the director of the security detail for The Royal Family.

"Hello Your Highnesses." The MI5 director said as he shook our hands.

Harry parked my wheelchair next to a chair and he sat next to me.

"Your Highness, can you recall the events of your attack, the servalince tape only showed us what happened but there was no audio, could you tell us the conversation you had with your attacker?" The MI5 director asked.

I nodded. "A man with blonde hair came in to the parlor I was in, I didn't recognize him as any of the staff members so I assumed he was new. He told my Harry was back and wanted me to meet him in the garden. So I followed him out and he offered to push my chair, which is not common for staff to ask me, so I let him. Nothing seemed off till he walked right past the hallway to the elevator. So I asked him where he as going, he said, 'don't worry my little flower.' I instantly knew who it was." I stopped.

Harry took my hand, "Do...do we have to do this now?" I asked him.

"It would help us find him." The director of MI5 said.