The doctor held the door open for me as I walked into the private room.
“Now Miss Stevens, Harry is in a critical condition so you may find it a little disturbing” the doctor told me quietly. I nodded.
He pulled the curtains back to reveal my fiancé, hooked up to tubes and wires and with a swollen, blackened face and limbs.
I gasped with shock and felt tears spring to my eyes.
“He’s in a coma and we aren’t sure of when he will awaken. I can leave you with him for a bit if you would like.”
I nodded again whilst wiping my eyes on my sleeve. The doctor left the room so I was by myself with Harry.
Slowly, I made my way over to the bed and sat down in the chair at the side of it.
My hand reached out for his.
“Who did this to you Harry?” I whispered. His hand twitched which made me jump. I looked at him desperately hoping he’d wake up but nothing else happened.
Suddenly the door swung open and Louis burst into the room. As soon as he saw Harry his face crumpled up and tears began spurting from his eyes.
“Louis come and sit down” I said offering him my chair. He slowly walked over and plonked down on the chair, still sobbing. I perched at the end of the bed.
We sat there for a couple of minutes; the only noises were mine and Louis’ sobs.
“It’s my fault” Louis said after a couple of minutes.
“It’s my fault. I went off trying to pick up girls and left him. If I’d just taken him with me or made sure he was with somebody none of this would have happened!” Louis cried.
“Lou it isn’t your fault. Nobody’s even told me what happened to him yet...”