Bad Blood 2 (h.s.)

Part 129

Part 129

It was Frank.

The person who intentionally drove his car into Harry's. His damned ass is facing jail time and my Harry lies uncomfortably on the hospital bed. His hand holds mine tightly as the doctors help him. He woke up a little while ago but he's in a massive amount of pain. It took him a whole day to wake up and multiple tears were shed waiting for him.

Harry's head has scratches on the left side and his left arm is covered in bruises and stitches. The doctor carefully helps Harry sit up and I stand up to help him, my eyes focusing on him. My lips kiss his hand and he holds my fingers tighter.

"Just sit still for a minute," the doctor says, Harry nodding.

My face has a few scratches on it but nothing serious. The impact wasn't hard but Harry was the one hit. The little baby is fine and the only thing broken here is Harry's pinky finger. But Harry does have a sprained ankle in a cast.

"Okay, your stitches are covered with the bandage and I will bring you pain meds in a minute. I need you to rest up," the doctor says, my hand rubbing Harry's back. Harry lays back on the bed and I kiss his forehead. His curls aren't curls anymore. They are matted down because they had to wash out all the blood from his hair.

"I've been so worried about you," I say, his shoulder uncomfortably lying down on the bed.

"Well, I heard everything around me if that helps," he says, pulling my body closer to his. My hand moves to cup his cheek and I kiss him, his hand moving to my stomach.

"How are you beautiful?" he asks, my lips still kissing his. I mumble a fine and he pulls me closer, his slightly split lip felt against my lips. My fingers softly run through his hair and I pull away, kissing his cuts.

"Do you want to put some sweats on?" I ask, his head nodding. I help him sit up and he swings his legs over the side of the bed. My hands hold his waist and he struggles to look up at me, his shoulders sore and his neck aching.

He takes my hands and looks up at me, my body leaning down to kiss his cheek. He smiles up at me and I start to take his gown off. He's hurt and I hate looking at his beat up body. I kneel down and carefully pull joggers up his legs, his bottom lifting up so I can place the joggers over his boxers.

"Do you want a shirt on or are you too warm for one?" I ask, his head shaking.

"No, I want one on," he says, my head nodding. I grab his white tee from my bag and I help him pull it over his head, his fingers wrapping around my waist after.

"Can you wash my hair?" he asks, my eyes looking down at him.

"Sure babe." He grabs his crutches and stands up, unable to put pressure on his left foot. I walk into the bathroom and open the door for him, his body struggling to move into the little space.

"You know who did this right?" I ask him, his head shaking.

"It was Frank. He was arrested that night," I tell him, grabbing his shoulder. He sighs and moves to the sink.

"Why were they even there? I did nothing wrong and neither did you. I'm so sorry," he says, my hand helping his balance.

"Harry I'm fine. Everything is going to be fine," I tell him, his eyes looking down at me.

"Just take a deep breath and smile Haz. We are getting married in a few weeks, and then we are going to have a baby later in the year. Everything is fine," I say, his lips curving into a smile. My hands grab his waist and I kiss him quickly, smiling up at him.