*AUTHOR'S NOTE* Okay there were so many of you writing such good things about my last chapter and complimenting my style of writing I just wanted to thank you. In both this fan fiction and my other fan fiction I had gotten to a serious part in the story and so many of you reviewed lovely things. You guys make me smile!

Chapter 24.

*TOBY'S POINT OF VIEW*

I was currently sat impatiently in the waiting room visibly shaking with my head in my hands and tears running down my face. Everything was such a blur. The paramedics and the police arriving; my house being cornered off as a crime scene and Katie being rushed in to the back of the ambulance.

The paramedic performing CPR on her.

I shook my head as if shaking it could erase the awful memories but I had no such luck. I wanted to stay by Katie's side the entire time but the doctors and nurses wouldn't let me. Instead they just pulled me out of the room screaming and told me they would come and find me if something important was happening.

*Knock Knock*

The door of the waiting room began to open and I instantly shot up out of my seat expecting a Doctor to tell me something, anything, about Katie's condition. But instead it was two policemen.

"Mr Turner, I'm Officer Berry and this is Officer Nile. We would like to talk to you about Katie if that's alright"

I nodded my head and sunk back in to my seat regaining my original position. "I was at the grocery store when it happened. I offered Katie to come with me but she said she wanted to stay behind to clean. Why didn't I insist? I should have insisted she came with me! This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me!"

The policemen strode over to the seats opposite me and sat down. I figured they were assuming a sitting position to seem less intimidating and more caring. "Mr Turner I can assure you it is not your fault. Crimes happen no matter what any of us do. Furthermore we have witness statements from your neighbour to confirm you were out at the time. We don't look at you as a suspect; in fact we're pretty sure we know who hurt her"

I looked up frowning with sheer anger at whoever may have done this. "Who?! Who the fuck did this to my girlfriend?!" I shouted. I knew the Police didn't deserve my attitude but right now I cared about nothing but Katie.

"Mr Turner I'm afraid there is a lot to explain. Katie is under a protection programme and-"

"I know" I interrupted. "Her name is really Kimberley Morgan and her father Terry Morgan recently got out of prison. She told me everything"

Officer Berry nodded. "Well that gives us a lot less to explain. As Katie was brought in to the hospital it was made apparent that Katie had her real identity carved in to her stomach which is the first big clue to proving it was Terry Morgan who did this. He is also a violent man who was more than capable of doing such acts."

I burst in to tears and stamped my foot. He did this?! I couldn't contain myself any longer.

"I promised her I would keep her safe from him! I made her believe me! I should have let her leave so she could be safe like she said she would! Why did I have to be an idiot and stop her?!"

By now my sobs were uncontrollable. This whole thing was my fault and I could have prevented it if only I let Katie go.

The Officers shared nervous glances between one another and then suddenly stood up. "We can see this is a tough time for you Mr Turner so we will leave you be. But please be assured we are doing everything we can to track Terry Morgan down and put him back in prison again"

I didn't thank them. I didn't see them out the door and waved politely. I cried my heart out instead.

**********************************************************************************What felt like a century later there was a knocking at the waiting room door again. By now I was just sat staring at the blue wall in front of me studying each and every part of it. I was so cried out no more tears could come. Just a blank, shocked me.

A woman walked in dressed in a grey long skirt with a black blouse tucked securely in to the top of it. Around her neck hung a silver stethoscope in which swung harmlessly as she walked.

"Mr Turner" she began "I'm Doctor Basovey and I've been the Doctor in charge of Katie's case"

I stood up and immediately began to question her. "How is Katie? Will she be making a full recovery? When can I see her? Is she conscious?"

Doctor Basovey held up her hands. "Whoa, calm down Mr Turner! Katie is in a stable condition right now. We had to put a few stitches in a few cuts on her stomach but the majority of them aren't deep enough for that. We wrapped a bandage around her stomach to protect those. The main thing is that Katie suffered a head injury when she was attacked. It seemed the incident caused slight brain swelling hence why she needed CPR but was resuscitated quickly because it is nothing we couldn't solve. We had to put her in to an induced coma whilst the brain swelling went down which it has now. We put stitches in to the wound on her head and she should be waking up from her induced coma soon. Other than that she has a few bruises but they will go down within a couple of days. Katie made a lucky escape"

I covered my face with my hands and ran them down my face sighing. "Thank you so much Doctor! When can I see her?"

"Now in fact. You can be the first to be seen by her as she wakes up from her induced coma. However I must warm you she will seem drowsy and may not be fully aware of her surroundings. In addition, when I state she is well enough the police will want to interview her also"

I nodded in understanding. "I'll lead you to her" Doctor Basovey said smiling and I followed her appreciatively.

When we reached Katie's room the doctor left me to be with Katie. A nurse stayed in the room just to keep an eye on Katie's health but she lingered at the back doing other things so she seemed out of the way.

I nearly burst in to tears at the sorry sight of Katie. Looking like a sheet of white paper she lay fragilely on a hospital bed matching her current skin tone. Different sorts of tubes were sticking out of her body connecting to drips and such and it looked terrifying. Part of her luscious hair had been shaved away to enable stitches in her head wound. Her eyes were closed as if she was in peaceful slumber.

But she wasn't in peaceful slumber.

She was in an induced coma.

All because of me.

***********************************************************************************KATIE'S POINT OF VIEW*

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

What on earth was that beeping noise? Was it my alarm? I don't remember having an alarm.

Or did I have an alarm?

I don't know.

What time was it? Perhaps that beeping alarm would tell me.

Wait. I don't remember having an alarm.

Or did I have an alarm?

I don't know.

I figured I should better get up now to confirm if I did.