Stuck » h.s. (UNDER EDITING)

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GENERAL POV:

Eleanor stood still with her eyes widened in shock and fear. She was still drawing blanks as to what just happened. Shawn attacked Harry and then got away. No telling where he is now. Paige tried to get Eleanor to speak while Emma cried out and darted to Harry's side.

He was slumped to the ground, his face contorted in pain. He was clutching his arm with his good hand and blood was pooling out.

Harry felt numb all over. He could see Emma and he wanted to tell her he was going to be okay, but he couldn't find it in him to speak. Blood was covering him and he knew that he was in desperate need of medical assistance.

Paige exited the room, telling the people who we're waiting with worry outside the horrid scene that it was a drunken accident and they should continue on with the party. Some waited around and asked if they should call an ambulance, but Paige declined. She let them know that they planned on getting him to a hospital as soon as possible.

EMMA'S POV:

Harry looked like he was in so much pain and it was all my fault. Tears were threatening to spill already, but I had to stay strong. This was no time for being weak.

I pried his hand from the wound and he let it thump to the ground. "Oh God, I'm so sorry. Harry, I'm so sorry," I cry, letting a tear fall. He shakes his head a little and nods down to his arm.

"We need to slow the bleeding," he says lowly. I look around the empty balcony for something to tie a tourniquet with, but there's nothing. My eyes flicker down to his shirt.

"This is probably going to hurt, but I need you to hang in there with me, okay?" I tell him, trying to keep my voice steady.

"It's okay, Em," he says and tries to smile. I nodded and sniffled a little bit before taking the sleeve of his shirt and ripping it off. I wrapped the material tightly around his arm in an attempt to stop the blood flow until we got to the hospital. He lets out a hiss and clinches his eyes shut. I try to wipe off some of the blood with the end of my dress, but it just keeps coming. By this time, my hands were covered in the dark red liquid and I didn't care.

Zayn appeared beside me along with Louis, Liam, Bo, and Bentley. "What the hell happened?" he exclaimed.

"Some drunk idiot cut him with a bottle," I lie. "He's losing a lot of blood and we need to get him to a hospital now. I can't carry him, you're going to have to," I tell the five boys behind me. They don't hesitate to bring Harry to his feet. His face is pale and his eyes are shut. I'm not even sure if he's still conscious.

Paige and Eleanor both clutch my blood coated hands as we follow the boys out to Zayn's car. The damp grass swipes against my feet as we walk. The night sky is filled with burning stars and a shining red moon. It's such a pretty sight, but it doesn't fit the current events at all. Nothing about this is beautiful, but the sky is captivating. Harry's going to be okay. They'll stitch it up and he'll be fine.

I just wish I had some kind of power to make him forget. I don't know how I'm supposed to tell him about Shawn.

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The ride to the hospital was silent. I sat in the back seat of Zayn's SUV with Harry's head in my lap. The blood on my hands had dried some and the bleeding from Harry's arm slowed down.

We were now all sitting nervously and impatiently in the emergency waiting room. My hands were now cleansed of the sticky substance and Eleanor had finally calmed down.

No one knew how deep the gash was, just that he was going to have to have stitches. That much was obvious. It's been at least an hour since we arrived and there's still no word.