Something Special {H.S.}

13: Heart Strings

Harry's pov

After what seems like the longest car ride of my life, we finally arrive at the hospital.

Solely thinking about Ellie's dire state, I scoop her into my arms and run into the emergency room.

"Help! Help us, she's been shot!"

Nurses immediately take action, lunging to get to us from behind the check in desk. Before I know it, Ellie is taken away from me and is whisked away by doctors and nurses.

"Wait!" I try to follow them behind the double doors, but a nurse stops me. It's not until her hand touches my bare shoulder that I realize that I don't have a shirt on.

"I'm sorry sir but you can't go back there. We have to get you checked out and ask you a couple of questions. They will update you when it's safe."

I roughly shake her hand away. "They have to know about her condition!" I try to go back there again but another nurse stops me. Where the fuck are they all coming from?

"Sir, please calm down. Tell me about your girlfriend's condition and I'll let them know, okay?" I don't bother correcting them on the girlfriend thing.

The only thing stopping me from shoving them both out of my way is the fact that there are too many witnesses around. I've already attracted enough attention to myself so, unfortunately I have to cool it.

Sighing, I turn towards the second nurse. "Please tell them that she has a dangerous heart condition. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but all I know is that it's rare and she takes medication for it."

The second nurse nods quickly and runs behind the double doors, disappearing from my sight.

The first nurse pats me on the shoulder, which she probably meant to be comforting, but it just irritates the hell out of me. Out of the corner of my eye I glance at her name tag.

Wanda is a stupid name.

"Okay, let's get you checked out as well." Without arguing I silently follow her into a small exam room and sit on the table.

"Honestly I'm fine. Maybe a couple of bruises here and there. This is unnecessary." Wanda is putting on gloves and has a smile on her face despite my rudeness.

"Well I'll be the judge of that."

She pokes and prods me for what seems like forever before pronouncing me healthy.

"Okay, so now for some questions." She pulls out a clipboard and a pen. "What's your name?"

"John."

"Last name?"

"Doe."

She raises an eyebrow and pauses for a minute. When I don't change anything she shakes her head and keeps going.

"How old are you?"

"37."

"Wow, aren't you fit for your age." I roll my eyes at her sarcastic words.

Of course I'm not going to tell the fucking truth. Getting police involved is messy, and not to mention other rivals out there looking for a vulnerable time to attack. Growing tired of this nonsense, I get down from the table.

"Let's cut the bullshit and get straight to what you really want to know, yeah? No, I did not shoot my girlfriend and no I don't know what happened. And to keep you from getting the police involved, this should cover it." I pull out a hundred dollar bill from my jean pocket and put it on the table.

Wanda opens her mouth to say something but another commotion from the main area cuts her off.

On instinct I go quickly towards the noise.