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Chapter 9 – Hospitalised
"OH SHIT!! Bryan you've killed her!" Ian gasped, after he had moved her dark lilac bangs from her face. Thick blood oozed from the large graze on her forehead, it was about three inches long, and although the bleeding was slow, she seemed to be losing a lot. Tala came forward with a cloth and placed it against her forehead, but her blood soaked through it in a matter of seconds.
"I think she's needs a hospital." Ian said after a moment's pause.
"No shit, Sherlock!" Tala snapped, before standing up and calling an ambulance. Ian grinned, he had just figured out why Tala got so snappy and/or protective around Harmony.
The medics tended to Harmony's forehead, before taking her in, just encase of concussion. They followed behind in Boris's car, whom needless to say was livid.
"Voltaire will have your head for this, Bryan." Boris said as he changed gear, cruising along behind the ambulance. Bryan grunted; leaning back against the seat, after a few minutes they pulled up along side the ambulance, by that time, Harmony had already been wheeled in. They were led to the relative's room, and told to wait.
"This sucks." Ian mumbled, watching Tala pace.
"Tala, sit down you're making me dizzy. Your not actually worried for her, or you?" Ian teased, smirking at the conflict on Tala's expression.
'Tala will never admit he likes her. He's too stubborn.' Ian thought to himself, studying Tala's stiffened pose.
"No. I don't like hospitals." Tala snapped back, before stomping out of the room to get a coffee. Ian shifted uncomfortably, he didn't like hospitals either he found them too crowded. Two parents sat talking quietly in the corner, before a doctor entered.
"Mrs. And Mr. Periling?" The doctor called out.
"Here. Is my little girl okay?" The woman said, her voice was tight from crying, and her eyes were red and swollen. The doctor's expression darkened, before he hung his head.
"I'm sorry, her heart gave out." He said softly, leading the two, now hysterically grieved, parents from the room. Tala re-entered the room, his gaze on the weeping parents. Ian could have sworn there was the look of longing in Tala's eyes, before Tala pulled his gaze away from them, and taking a seat beside Bryan. Ian, Spencer and Boris left the room to get a drink while they waited for news.
"You like her."