Blood Money - The Sequel

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"Aria, I'm sorry but you can not come back yet." The woman says as they roll him back to get checked.
"I have to stay with him." I plead, drying the tears that threaten to escape again.
She pulls me aside to the waiting room, sitting down with me.
"I understand what you're going through.. my name is Mya. I will update you personally but for now I need you to stay here. Okay?" She says.
"Alright.." I hesitantly agree.
"Is there anyone I can call for you?" She asks.
"No..please just save my boyfriend." I say.
"I'll do my best" she gives me a sympathetic smile, jogging back through the doors.
I pull my legs up onto my chair, hugging them into me. My head rests into my knees as the tears fall. I can't loose him.. he's my whole world.
"Harrison Osterfield. Where is he?!" I hear loudly and my head rises, looking over to the check in desk.
"Sir calm down. I can't just give out information on patients." The woman says.
"I'm his fucking best friend!" Tom yells.
"Tom" I call, standing up.
He looks over to me, jogging over and pulling me into a tight hug.
"What happened? Where is he?" He asks.
"He- he got-" I start crying again, and Tom wipes the tears away with his hands.
"Aria I need you to tell me what happened." He says.
"He got shot, he's dying." I say.
"I told him not to go in there alone" Tom grumbles, angry with himself more than with Haz.
"It looks bad.." I say. "I don't- think he's going to make it"
"Hey it's okay. He's going to be okay." Tom attempts to comfort me, pulling me back into him.
"He came to me Tom. He didn't go to the hospital he came to me." I say.
"Cause he loves you, Aria." Tom sighs.
"And what if he dies because of it? It'll be my fault!" I sob.
"You listen to me." He says, pulling my face away to look at him. "This is not your fault. Do you understand?"
We wait in silence, anxiety rattling every nerve. I can tell Tom is just as upset as I am, but he's trying to be the strong one. Someone has to be.
"Aria" my name is called and I turn to see Mya.
"Yes?" I ask as she walks up to us, preparing myself to hear the worst.
"The bullet punctured his intestines. We're taking him into surgery right now. These type of gunshot wounds are prone to getting infected, and the wait time between the shot and when we got to him is concerning." She states.
"Is he going to be okay?" Tom asks quickly.
"We don't know for certain until we get in there and make sure more damage hasn't been done. It will be a few hours, maybe you guys should go home and get some rest." She says.
"Absolutely not" I shake my head. "I need to be here for him."
"I will let you know how it goes" she nods at us, walking back.
We sit down, and I pick at my nails anxiously. How could this happen? He's always so careful..
"Did you at least get the guy that shot him?" I ask.
"By the time we got in there, Haz was long gone and almost all of them were dead. Aria he practically did this whole thing without our help, I didn't know he had that in him.." he explains.
"It's because they wanted to hurt me" I say quietly, trying not to blame myself, but acknowledging that I am the reason he went in there alone. He was just desperately trying to protect me.
I don't deserve that. I don't deserve someone so ready to walk into danger and death for me. All of Toms men did that today, who knows how many could have gotten hurt or worse..
I spent my entire life wishing I had family to love me, and now that unconditional love might be what takes away the most important person in my life.
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"Is she doing okay?"
"Yeah.. should probably let her sleep though.."
my eyes open and my head lifts from Toms shoulder. I see Harry and Sam, concern laced in their eyes.
"Go back to sleep" Tom says softly and I simply shake my head no.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Three in the morning" Harry says.
"He should be out of surgery soon" I say.
"Here" Sam hands me a water bottle. "Drink."
I grab the bottle, downing half of it to keep from an argument with them. Last thing I want to do right now is worry about my self care, but they'll throw a fit if I don't just listen to them and do what I'm told.
Another thirty minutes pass and I start to get nervous. How is he not out of surgery by now? It has to be that something went wrong, or it's worse than they thought.
I say a silent prayer. I've never been one to really believe in god, much less pray, but right now I'll take whatever help I can get.
I let my hand rest over my stomach, trying to remind myself to stay calm, that stress isn't good for the baby. I take deep breaths, counting three second in, and three seconds out.
Another thirty minuets..
"I can't handle this waiting" I sigh.
"I know.. me either" Tom agrees.
"Should we call his mum?" I ask.
"No.. we shouldn't worry her when it's up in the air right now" he says.
I nod, he's right. If god forbid something happens, it's better to wait until morning.
Being here is hard.. it's bringing up old stuff. When my mum got into her accident and was put in the hospital, I was traumatized. Having to see my only family member laying there, a tube down her throat, machines surrounding her.. I will never get over that.
And finally, the second I almost start to give up hope, I see Mya walk out to the waiting room.
I stand up quickly, meeting her halfway and the boys follow behind me. Her face is unreadable.. god please let my boyfriend be okay.

A/N: poor Hazzy :(