Shattered {Sequel to Deranged}

Chapter 29

Sky's POV

The hardest thing I'd experienced in a long while was when they pulled me down a separate hall. Harry needed stitches for sure and possibly a minimal procedure to remove any stray glass; I needed my forehead glued. Apparently those two things had to be done in separate rooms in separate hallways. Harry was still unconscious when we separated but I didn't let go of his hand until there was strain from being pulled apart.

"I love you" I whispered, fearing my voice might crack if I spoke just a little bit louder.

My only option was to stare at the blinding white ceiling and fluorescent lights as they rolled me down a hallway. "He's going to be okay dear" one of the woman rolling me said. "I have no doubt. He's one of the strongest people I know. It's just...He's all I have"

"You love him don't you?"

"More than anything" I smiled.
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"You're free to go darling" an older man smiled "just take it easy. The glue should dissolve after awhile. Keep this band aid on though until tomorrow" he shook my hand and dismissed me. Midway out I turned back around. Before I could say a word he said "He's on the 4th floor room 467"

"Thank you"

I ran when no one was around and speed walked when someone rounded a corner. An elevator would take too long. I have no patience especially right now. A stairwell was labeled "Do Not Enter" was my only option. The sign was paper and only being held by two pieces of tape, so it was easy to peel off.

Two steps at a time I climbed 4 sets of stairs. I frantically looked at every room number until I found 467. The door was completely shut and made a large creak as I pushed it open.

Harry was laying stomach down on his bare stomach. His torso was wrapped in some sort of cloth and his arm was connected to an IV tube. "Harry..." my heart broke as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled a forced smile that seemed to cause him pain. "Hi princess" he whispered.

I knelt down next to him and brushed his mess of hair away from his eyes. "Hi" I whispered back, my eyesight blurring from the sudden production of tears. Harrys hand reached up and his thumb softly brushed over my glued head. "I'm sorry I let you get hurt" he seemed upset. "Harry stop. You saved my life"

"No..."

"Yes. Just like you did when you grabbed me from the bridge. Just like you did when you told me you loved me. Just like you did when you let me stay with you. You saved me"

"I love you"

"I love you too Harry"

He seemed satisfied and tension seemed to fade in him. His eyes slowly shut. I kissed his forehead and made my way back into the hallway. "Excuse me can I get a blanket?" I asked a woman. She nodded and bent down behind the over sized service desk. She handed me a rough hospital blanket and asked me if I need anything else. "No. Thank you"

I swear I leave for two minutes and Harrys already into trouble.

Harry was sitting up in his bed, attempting to stand up. I cleared my throat and he gave the most innocent smile he possibly could. "I um-"

"Lay back down" I demanded, but he decided he was going to hold the upper hand, he shook his head no. "I wanna sit and talk"

I grabbed his arm, unsure of just how stable his balance was. He plopped into the hard recliner and flinched as he mindlessly slammed his back against the chair. "Harry!"

"I'm ok" he patted my hand and leaned forward "get me two pillows"

I grabbed the thickest, softest pillow and put it behind his back gently. "Thank you" he said, leaning into the pillow rest. I nodded and turned on the tv. "No. No tv"

"Oh. Ok"

I was worried; I'll admit it, any normal human being with feelings would be. He said we needed to talk and usually he's eager to have the remote in his possession. "Ella..."

Oh no.

"Let's play 21 questions. I'll go first"

*mentally wipes away the sweat forming on my forehead*

"Okay"

"If you could wish for anything in the world what would it be?"

"Peace and to always be with you"

Simple as that.

"Okay now it's your turn" Harry reminded me. "Same question"

"Money"

Honestly? My attitude changed at his quick answer, as that one word bothered me beyond belief. "Why?" I somewhat snapped with a hint of attitude.

"So I could've bought you a bigger ring..."

What.

No.

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out that little navy box I assumed only existed in movies or imagination. Never once would I have guessed he would be holding one, directing the conversation at me. Not to sound cliche but time felt like it had stopped and what we call seconds felt like they evolved into minutes. The world around me was silent and completely focused on the love of my life.

"I can't get on one knee but..."

Oh. My. Gosh.

I swallowed loudly, holding back the tears I swore not to cry out. All my life I swore never to cry if an engagement ever came about after watching every chick flick known to the world and witnessing how dumb women look when they cry at a time like this.

"Sky Jones never once would I have thought I would be doing this" he smiled and laughed a little, which helped with my sudden burst of tension. "When I followed you home and threw those rocks at your window, I felt like a wanna be Romeo trying desperately to make Juliet mine. When you opened that window I saw a possibility. Now if you'll remember, Romeo became Juliet's and Juliet became Romeo's. So thank you for being my Juliet. Without you I would be gone, only to wash away and never resurface like every grain of sand the ocean steals away. And also, thank you for being my anchor"

Harry held out his inked wrist, revealing the meaningful tattoo. By now the whole "I'm not gonna cry" thing was so far out the window it wasn't even visible now. "Sky Jones. Will you promise to always be mine and marry me?"

"Harry..."

There wasn't even a single question to my mind.

"Yes"