The ride to the hospital is fairly quiet, no one dares to speak; pondering over the tragedies that just occurred. The only noises present are the beeping of the machines hooked up to Harry and I and the cars outside of the vehicle. I wish someone would speak, I wish someone could vocalize something other than the events we've just endured. I desperately need to rid of the scenes that plague my mind each and every time I close my lids. The sciences were terrifying, horrifying, numbing. My mind has been going to battle with itself trying to decipher if what I saw was real life or if it was some sick twisted scene from a horror movie.
My mind refuses to believe that what I had just experienced is reality. Its too insane to comprehend something so gruesome and tell yourself, yes this happened and yes I saw that. Between the blood painted cart and the limbs and body parts being hauled out from the shaft and into bags for examination, its far too much. The entirety of the ride, I sense Harrys eyes boring into into mine but I don't have the strength to look up and face him after what I had just seen. I know he's worried, terrified out of his mind- not only because of what happened to us from start to finish but because Im the only living soul who has a recollection of the events that played out this morning. Im the only one who saw everything with my own eyes, Harry was blacked out for the major portions of it and even the bellhop who intentionally led us into our own death trap made it to be his own. I wish I could be mad at him, I wish I knew what was going through his mind, I wish I had the information he had prior to walking into that elevator.
Although I cant and quite frankly wont ever know where his mind was at, I know one thing for sure and that is he was forced into this. No sane person would willingly walk into a death wish like that, he seemed terrified from the moment he picked up our bags I just didnt catch onto it until after the whole ordeal was over and I was able to truly process what had happened.
"We're here Miss Kavanaugh." As I look up and im being disconnected from the heart monitor, I notice the back door being opened and Harry being rolled out. "Where are they taking him?" My heart begins to pick up pace in my chest as Harry is being rolled away and out of my sight. "Ma'am he'll be okay. Theyre just taking him in for a check-up since he did faint a few times."
"I want to go with him." The lady flashes me a sad face and tilts her head to the side. "Im sorry hun, he'll have to go back by himself but after his checkup you'll be able to go back there and see him okay?" I have this gut feeling that something isn't right. Something does not feel right in my spirit about Harry being away from me and with every given second that passes, the feelings only gets worse. "You dont understand I really need to be with him, I cant be without him." the medic tries to protest against my wishes and urges me to stay behind with her but im out the ambulance and running to the main entrance door just a few feet behind Harry. As I reach the side of his bed, he notices me from the corner of his eyes. Sensing my worried demeanor, he takes my hand into his and gives me a weak smile.
"Calm down Jayde, everything will be okay. Ill be alright." Harry says so calmly as he is being wheeled behind the doors that say staff entrance only.
My heart races in my chest thinking about all the possibilities that could occur. Someone is definitly onto us. For what reason? im not particularly for sure but whatever it is it has to be significant given that someones life was taken as a sacrifice, or was that supposed to be Harry or I standing there? The thought completely disgusts me to the point I feel like emptying my stomach all over the floor, but I hold my composure together and make my way to the nearest seat.
An hour has went by with no news of Harry or what has happened to him and my nerves are beginning to sky rocket. I so desperately wish I could call my mom or even my sisters and vent tot them about this situation, just talk to anyone and pour my heart out to them but that would be putting them into danger, more than they already are just by being kin to us. "Jay." I hear a voice break me from my thoughts and Gemma stands before me with a duffle bag hung from her shoulder and a look of worry overtaking her features. I quickly spring to my feet and we embrace one another in a hug.
