Before I begin the next chapter I just want to thank those who reviewed the last one, you don't know how much reviews mean to me so thank you so much! This one as I said will be a longer chapter but I don't want to give too much away at once so the chapters will become increasingly bigger as they go on, so I hope you all enjoy x
Also please let me know your opinion on the POV, I wanted to try something different :)
Harriet's POV
I awoke with nothing around me. At first I couldn't see anything, nothing but darkness. As I adjusted more to the light and my surroundings I began to realise what had happened. I'd woken up.
initially i couldn't speak, but as everything became more clear, it all started coming back to me. The stabbing, Me arguing with Cain, Finn. I definitely remember Finn, not just helping me but I remember him being in the car.
Doctors and Nurses soon enough came rushing in to make sure everything was as it should be. They also removed a few wires from the mass that I already had plugged into me. I felt much better now that I was awake, much more alive than I did before, most likely down to all the drugs they'd had to give me.
I'd been lying still for about an hour, there wasn't much else to do really, in fact I'd probably been lying still for about a week now. I had began to drift slowly back off to sleep when I heard shouting coming from the corridors. His voice sounded distressed, angry, confused.
"I told you to call me as soon as she showed any signs of waking up, you lot are useless." He shouted in what I presumed must have been my doctors face. It was then he reached my door and stepped in. "I'll give you too some privacy" the doctor kindly offered, shutting the blinds before he left.
"I could hear you shouting from the car park" I laughed, it still hurt a little but it felt good to laugh.
"Look what I said, about not having feelings for you. I didn't mean it" He spoke with a kind, gentle tone and I could tell he meant every word he said. I simply just nodded in response, although I already knew, I knew everything he'd confessed to me over the past few days but I'd already decided against telling him, I wouldn't want him getting embarrassed.
Cains POV
I held her hand and caressed it with my thumb. She had drifted back off to sleep, I was almost glad she'd fallen asleep. She looked drained, I could tell from the minute i walked in she was tired. There was so much I wanted to tell her, so much I had to say but I know I can't say it yet, not here. She looked so peaceful, her long, wavy hair dangling loosely over her face. I moved my hand up to her cheek and carefully moved her hair to behind her ear. She hated it like that, but I loved it. I could see her whole face properly and she was beautiful.
As she was lying there I couldn't help but think about Moira, how even though she'd never let on, her life had probably been torn to shreds again after learning about me and Harriet. Obviously I still cared for her, but I can't see any way back for us, too much has happened. Moira and Harriet were so different, not that I'd ever compare the two. They were both gentle and kind, but tough when they needed to be. But they were completely different women.
I sat in admiration of Harriet, I couldn't help but stare at her. I kissed her hand and she sleepily smiled. That smile was my weakness, it was the best thing about her. I couldn't help but feel partially responsible for her accident. Maybe if I'd just fixed the bible bus instead of playing around, trying to annoy her then she wouldn't even be in this mess. I know I shouldn't blame myself but I can't help it.
The doctor comes in and asks to speak to me outside, obviously I agree but I worry about what he's about to tell me.
"Harriet is very lucky, she'll be left with a scar but that's the most of the damage, we want to keep her in another night or two, just to keep an eye on her but then she can go home." I couldn't believe my ears, I honestly thought he was going to tell me something I didn't want to hear, but it's the complete opposite. I can't wait to tell Harriet.
