It built up in him and threatened to burst out, the anger, rage and pain, it was unbearable. He wanted to hit out at something, to hurt something. He stared out of the window and hit knuckles turned white as he gripped the window ledge hard. He turned around and glanced at the bed behind him, her eyes closed and her long hair splashed across the pillow, the machines around her were silent and dark. He walked over to the bed and leant over, kissing the woman's cold lips and a few tears dripped onto her pale face.
"I love you" he whispered then walked from the room, ignoring the doctors as he rushed out of the hospital.
"Give me a few minutes with him please" he told the guard who looked a bit dubious. "Please"
The guard nodded and walked out of the room. The room now only held two men, the one seated at the table looked up and grinned.
"Dr Cunningham" he nodded "How is dear Nikki?"
Harry didn't say anything, he just stared at the man in front of him, hate and rage pouring through him.
"How long did she last after I stabbed her? A few days?" the man sneered "She was a fighter, she just ran out of time"
He stood up and Harry placed both his hands in his pockets. The man, the murderer, came closer so he was standing close to Harry, the pathologist didn't move.
"The whore deserved it" the man hissed and Harry snapped.
He brought his hand out of his pocket and plunged it into the stomach of the man in front of him. The murderer gasped and fell away, clutching his stomach, blood seeped from between his fingers, he looked up in shock as Harry's fist collided with the side of his face. He was thrown to the floor clutching his stomach. Harry couldn't stop himself, he crouched down and plunged the knife in and out of the screaming man, not caring what he was doing.
"You killed her!" he sobbed as the door was flung open and light flooded the room.
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Harry woke with a start, gasping he turned over and reached out. His hand came in contact with the warm skin of his wife and he sighed. Harry realised he had tears slipping down his face and wiped them away.
"Harry are you okay?" Nikki asked sleepily
"I'm sorry did I wake you?" he asked and he saw her shake her head in the darkness.
"Are you alright?" she asked again
"I just had a….dream that's all" Harry replied and gently kissed her forehead as she went back to sleep.
"I love you" he whispered before he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and lay his chin on her shoulder, giving her one last kiss he too closed his eyes and tried to get back to sleep.
Harry's a bit OOC but he would be considering he just stabbed someone! lol!
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