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XX Harry's POV XX

I couldn't get out of the car and into that hospital fast enough. I had completely forgotten there were other people with me too. I just couldn't think straight. What was going on? Why was this happening? Why now? Why when everything was going so well? Why them? I didn't know whether to yell or scream or cry or…I just didn't know. I busted through the doors and instantly found Hannah and Danny. I hurried over to them.

"What happened? Where are they? Are they okay? Please tell me they're okay…" I was just spitting words out at that point. I really didn't know what I was saying.

"Harry, calm down…" Hannah said and I suddenly felt Emily by my side.

She grabbed onto my arm, "Why don't you sit down before you hurt yourself or someone else for that matter." Emily pulled me down in the seat next to her.

"Dougs is fine, as far as I know. He's getting stitches right now and he might have a slight concussion," Danny explained.

"And Erica?" I said, almost too fast.

"We don't know yet…" Hannah said sheepishly.

My heart sank. So Dougie was fine, but god knows what's wrong with my little sister? She didn't deserve that! What did she ever do wrong? I felt a sudden spark of rage run through my body. Then a doctor, in an almost too white lab coat, came over.

"You're here for a Mr. Poynter correct?" Everyone nodded. "Well, we've just finished stitching him up and you may go see him if you'd like. He's in room 24, just down that hallway and to the left."

Once he walked away, I got up and stormed off to his room. Dougie and I needed to talk, again.

"Harry wait!" I heard Emily yell from behind me, but there was no stopping me now. I was already on my way and I don't think I could have stopped myself even if I wanted to.

XX Danny's POV XX

I saw the fire in Harry's eyes as he stormed off. I knew he wanted to kill Dougie at that moment, but he had to have known it wasn't his fault, right? I had to go tell Harry what Dougs had told me in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. I was about to go stop Harry, but Hannah held me back.

"Danny, you know as well as I do you're not going to be able to change his mind," she said as she grabbed my arm.

"But you should have seen how torn up Dougie was! You should have heard everything he said! Harry has to know that!"

"I know this wasn't Dougie's fault and I believe you, but the only way he's gonna take any of that is if he hears it from Dougie himself." I suppose she was right, so I sat back down. Tom and Zoey sat across from us. "Well, while we're waiting you might as well tell us what Dougie said," Hannah suggested. So I did. I told them every word I could remember. I felt so bad for him. He was just a kid; he shouldn't have to deal with all of this.

XX Harry's POV XX

As soon as I opened the door and my eyes met Dougie's, tears started to stream down his face.

"Harry, I'm so sorry…"he said.

"Dougs, I don't want to hear it. I trusted you! How could you let this happen?"

"Please will you just listen…"

"No, I've listened before and look where it got us." I felt tears stinging my eyes now. "My sister is somewhere in this hospital and I have no idea what's going on with her."

"But Harry-"

"You're the reason that she's here! I don't want to hear all the 'sorrys' now, sorry's not gonna cut it this time! I trusted you…" Dougie looked scared and worried, but that didn't change my mind. He was the reason my sister was hurt and I wasn't ready to forgive him.

"Will you just let me explain?" he was practically begging through his tears now.

"No, I don't want to hear any of it. I…I just…I trusted you…" I said, nearly a whisper. Then I turned and headed for the door.

"Harry, wait! This wasn't my fault!" he pleaded. My hand stopped on the doorknob, my back still turned to him. "Please?" it was almost inaudible. I shook my head, turned the handle, and walked out into the bright hallway. Tears were now just flowing freely down my cheeks. "Harry!" I heard him yell, and then I closed the door behind me and leaned up against the wall. I slid down and just sat there, my head in my hands, in the hallway, not caring who saw me.