The Wife (Sequel to SUGAR)

Blood

Harry's pov

I quickly walk up to Leah's front door. I knock loudly.

"Leah!? Joe!? Why haven't you been answering my calls!?"i call.

Beat on the door again.

"Don't make me break down this door!"i yell.

I wait for a few minutes and the try to open the door. Locked. I huff as i take a few steps back. I then kick the door open aggressively. I put my hand on my gun as I walk into the house. I look down at the carpet, seeing it stained red with blood in the dim light.

"Guys!?"i scream in panic as I draw my gun. 

I walk to Joey's room and peer in, seeing nothing. I do the same to the other bedrooms, then went upstairs, checking the upper floor. It seemed no one was in the house.

"Leah!? Joe!?"i scream again as i walk down the stairs.

Suddenly i hear something crash from down the hall. I quickly turn towards it. I walk towards it, seeing the bathroom door ajar, following a bloody drag trail. My breathing hitches as i walk towards it, fearing the worst. I push open the door, seeing legs sticking out of the bathtub.

I step in, seeing Joe sitting in the bathtub, bloody gauze and towels scattered across the room. I see to bloody bullets in the sink, along with a kitchen knife, some scissors and a burnt, metal spatula. I look at Joey's pale figure in the tub, rushing over to him, He had 2 bloodied bandages on his chest, his shirt had been cut open.

"Joey!"i say, shaking him.

He slightly opens his eyes, attempting to lift his head up but failing. He was weak from blood loss.

"Hi Harry."he smiles slightly before falling back asleep.

"Christ, Christ!"i say, pulling him up. 

I pull his arms around my shoulders, hoisting him up.

"Leah..leah. Ethan."he mumbles drunkenly.

....

I pace back and forth in the waiting room at the ER. I huff, looking at my watch for the thousandth time, and looking back up to the hall they rushed Joey down hours before to operate. I run my fingers through my hair, a nervous tic I had developed some time ago, thinking about where the hell a 20 year old pregnant woman and a 19 year old disabled kid could be being held.

Or they could have just run off! Best case scenario is they just ran off. Finally i see a nurse approaching me. I quickly straighten up, attentive as she began to speak.

"Hi, your here with officer Dinicol?"she asks.

"Yeah, is he okay?  What's going on?"i ask, stressed.

"Well, he did a pretty good job on himself, he seemed to have stopped the bleeding for a while with cauterization, the bullets barley made it through his plate."she said.

I gasp, forgetting about Joe's open heart surgery. He had a titanium plate covering his heart.

"Oh thank god"I say shaking her hand.

"He's asleep now, he was so exhausted. I'm genuinely impressed about how hard he was fighting for his life, great man"she walks down the hall towards his room and i follow.

"So he's gonna be okay, right?"i ask.

"Yes, it might take him a while to talk though, he's very weak, he lost so much blood."she says.

We walk to his room, i see his pale body laying peacefully. His breathing was hitching, as if he were having a bad dream, or the cannula in his nose was tickling him.