Until Harry (22 page)

When I awoke, there was so much activity and noise that it hurt my already throbbing head.

“Lane?” an unfamiliar voice called out.

I groaned.

Go away,
a voice in my head hissed.

“Can you hear me, Lane?” There was a man talking to me, and he was really bloody loud.

“Stop shouting,” I said, causing a huge sigh of relief to echo.

“Thank God,” a familiar voice whispered.

I blinked my eyes, but only my left eye would open, which freaked me out.

“My eye,” I gasped.

What can’t I open my right eye?

I felt gentle hands press against my shoulders, and with my good eye I squinted and saw there was a man with dark skin
leaning
over me. He smiled brightly at me, which surprisingly relaxed me.

“What is your name, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice deep and soothing to my ears.

I winced in pain but said, “Lane Edwards.”

He nodded, still smiling. “What is your date of birth?”

I had to think about that for a second, but I remembered the correct date and said, “The fifth of February, nineteen-ninety.”

“Last question,” the smiling man said. “Who is our prime
minister
?”

I grimaced. “David Cameron, unfortunately.”

“That’s really good, Lane,” he said, laughing.

“Where am I?” I asked, bewildered.

“My name is Jacob, and I’m your paramedic,” Jacob said clearly. “You’re in my ambulance, and we’re en route to York Hospital to have you assessed and admitted by a doctor. You gave us a scare there for a minute, but you seem to be doing better. You’re awake and talking, and that is what I like to see.”

What the hell does that mean?

“What happened?” I asked.

Jacob frowned down at me. “Can you remember anything, Lane?”

I closed my eye and thought hard about what could have happened to me that had me in the back of an ambulance and on the way to the hospital. For a minute or two I drew a blank, and then, like the impact of a train, it all came flooding back.

“Jensen,” I shouted. “He hurt me, he tried to – he tried to—”

“Shhh,” Jacob soothed. “It’s okay. He was arrested at the scene and cannot hurt you anymore. Hear me clearly, love, he cannot hurt you.”

I continued to panic, and Jacob looked distraught.

“I have your friend Drew here,” he said, and that got my
attention
.

“Drew?” I called out.

I heard movement, and then suddenly she was hovering ov
er me.

“I’m here,” she breathed.

Her eyes were red and bloodshot, obviously from crying.

I swallowed. “My family . . . Kale . . .”

“They’ll meet us at the hospital.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed.

“I had to call them, Lane,” Drew sniffled. “You have to understand how scary it was seeing you like that . . . like this.”

I tried to nod, but the neck brace around my neck and shoulders prevented that.

“I know,” I acknowledged. “Thanks, Drew. You . . . you
save
d me.”

Her eyes glazed over. “I heard you scream. I didn’t know it was you, but I knew whoever was screaming was in trouble.”

Thank God she heard me when she did.

“Why were you in that building?” I asked.

“My friend Carey lives on the third floor,” she explained. “I was leaving her apartment when I heard screaming coming from Jensen’s, so I called for Jack, Carey’s boyfriend, and he kicked the door open.”

My throat clogged up with emotion, so I blinked in acknowledgement that I’d heard her.

“Drew,” Jacob said, “can you retake your seat, please?”

Drew disappeared, and I yelped when the ambulance ride got bumpy.

“Sorry, Lane,” Jacob called out. “We’re just pulling into the emergency bay now. We’ll have you in the hospital in a minute o
r two.”

I winced and cried in pain when the stretcher I was on was lifted out of the ambulance and then wheeled into the hospital.
I s
tared up at the ceiling, watching light after light pass by. It got a little hard to stay awake then, so I closed my eyes to rest them for a few seconds.

“Room four with her, please,” a female voice said to Jacob, who was pushing me in the direction of the room.

“This is where I take my leave, Lane,” Jacob said when he leaned back over me. “You hang in there, love, okay?”

“I will,” I said. “Thank you.”

Jacob left to go outside to talk to the nurse he was leaving in charge of me, so Drew came to my side.

“Drew?” I heard my mother shout, her voice clearly
distressed
.

Drew exhaled a huge breath of relief and rushed outside into the hallway. I closed my eyes as she said, “She’s okay. She’s awake and talking.”

“Lane,” I heard my mother cry, closer this time, and then a shadow came over me. “Oh, my baby.”

I felt her hands on me, and it upset her even more that I winced in pain when she pressed too hard.

“Oh, Christ.” Lochlan’s voice was strangled.
“Lane.”

“Lochlan,” my father’s voice shouted. “What room do they have her – Lane!”

“No,” Lochlan shouted. “You don’t want to see her like this.”

“Get the hell out of my way!” my father bellowed, and I heard some grunting, then a male cry.

“Baby,” my father whimpered. “Oh, my girl.”

Wake up!

I forced my left eye open, and when my vision adjusted, my parents’ distraught faces came into view.

“I’m . . . okay,” I rasped.

This caused both of them to cry with what I think was relief.

“I’m okay,” I repeated, louder.

My mother leaned down and kissed every part of my face that she could, and I let her, even though it hurt like hell.

“My eye,” I said to her. “I can’t open it.”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“It’s swollen shut,” she cried.

It is?

“Better than losing it,” I chuckled, trying to stop her tears, but
I wi
nced in pain when laughing made my chest hurt. “It hurts,”
I sa
id to my mother, tears welling in my eyes.

She called for a doctor, or anyone, to come in and help me then. I closed my eyes because the room I was in was bright, and my eyelids were very heavy.

“Lane,” a new male voice called out. “Lane, can you hear me?”

I was really tired, and I groaned in response to the voice.

“Lane, can you open your eyes for me?” the man asked.

I opened my left eye, but only for a second before it fell shut again.

“Is she okay?” my father’s voice asked. “Why can’t she stay awake?”

“I’ve only got partials on what happened – we’re still gathering information – but she has quite clearly received a lot of brute blunt-force trauma to her head. I’m hoping it is mostly cosmetic and her brain wasn’t affected. We will run an MRI and other tests after she is cleaned up and her wounds are stitched closed.”

I need stitches?
I wanted to ask the question on my mind, but
I co
uld only groan instead.

“I know you’re hurting, Lane,” the man, who I guessed to be my doctor, said. “A nurse will set up an IV line and administer morphine to help get you somewhat comfortable.”

That sounded brilliant.

I heard the different voices of my family as they spoke to me and asked the doctor questions, but one voice stuck out, one pretty loud voice.

“Lochlan?” I heard Kale call.

“She’s down here,” Lochlan shouted.

“Quiet, please,” a voice chastised.

“I got here as fast as I could – oh, my God,” Kale breathed. “Lane. Oh, sweetheart.”

I’m here,
I thought.

“I’m going to fucking kill the prick,” he growled.

“Drew,” my father said. “What happened?”

My brain chose that moment to fade into darkness, and I was thankful for it because listening to Drew explain what she saw wasn’t something I wanted to hear. Experiencing it was more than enough.

Four days later, I was still in hospital, but I was awake and fully alert to my surroundings. The first three days after I was brought to hospital, I was in the ICU because I didn’t regain consciousness after I conked out in the emergency room. My doctor assured my family it was due to some very minor swelling on my brain and that the rest would only do my body good as it began the process of healing. The MRI scan and other tests the doctors ran came back clear, which was good news. All of my injuries were simple flesh wounds and a couple of bruised ribs – which I thought was the sorest thing I had ever experienced. It hurt to breathe.

My right eye was still swollen shut, and I had a pretty nasty cut through my right eyebrow that took six stitches to close, and one on my left cheekbone that needed three stitches. All in all,
I w
as expected to make a full recovery, with only a small scar or two to show for it. So the doctor said anyway. But he was wrong. What Jensen had done ran deeper than physical scars. What he’d done would stay with me for life.

“Lane?”

I looked to my nanny when she called my name.

“Hmm?” I murmured.

She frowned at me. “I asked if you were okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m okay, Nanny,” I assured her, then looked to the doorway as my uncle suddenly barrelled into the room, looking the worse for wear. This was the first time I had seen him in three weeks. He’d been on a business trip in Asia and wasn’t due home for another week at the earliest.

He took one look at me, and his face turned red.

“I’ll kill him,” he snarled.

My brothers, father and Kale, who were in the room with me, my mother and my nanny, grunted in agreement. I had never see
n m
y uncle look so angry before, so I raised my eyebrows at him and just stared. He quickly came over to my side and let out a puff of breath at what he was seeing.

“Darlin’.” He swallowed.

I winked with my good eye. “I’m okay; you should see the othe
r g
uy.”

My uncle appreciated my jab at humour, and he chuckled, but nobody else in the room did. They hadn’t cracked so much as a smile since I’d woken up this morning. It was starting to grate on my nerves. I knew what had happened to me was very serious, and I definitely knew it wasn’t a laughing matter, but I was okay.
I w
as going to recover from my injuries, and the piece of scum who caused them in the first place was in police custody.

Jacob was right when he said Jensen couldn’t hurt me anymore.

“Have you spoken to the police?” my uncle asked after he kissed my forehead.

I nodded. “They were here a few hours ago. They came after I woke up.”

Drew and her friend Jack had already given their eyewitness report of what they’d encountered a few days ago in Jensen’s
apartment
. Early in the afternoon I gave my statement. It was embarrassing and shameful, but I had to tell them how I knew
Jensen
in the first place. My father feared Jensen’s defence would play on that and somehow get him off the hook, but the officers assured us that he was tied up by the balls with the eyewitness reports and the
condition
I was found in.

They informed us that he was being charged with assault, attempted rape and attempted murder. He was refused bail and wouldn’t even get a formal trial because the evidence against him was too great – that and the fact that he was caught red-handed. Drew’s friend Jack had subdued Jensen until the police arrived and they took over. The most Jensen would see of a courtroom was the day he’d be taken for sentencing.

He couldn’t deny what he did – well, he
could
, but that wouldn’t help him. He would get locked up for what he did to me, and the sentence wouldn’t be light.

I was very happy about that.

My father filled my uncle in on what happened with the police, and Uncle Harry was delighted that justice would come to Jensen, though he was gutted he wouldn’t have a chance to break every limb on his body before he was sent to prison – his words, not mine.

“How was your trip?” I asked, changing the topic to something that didn’t turn everyone’s stomach.

My uncle smiled. “It was great, but it will be my last. I’m getting too old for those long-haul flights.”

I nodded in agreement. “I don’t know how you’ve done so much travelling. I can barely sit still long enough to watch a television show.”

That made the room laugh and relieved me greatly. Their sense of humour hadn’t died off after all!

“Have you had many visitors?” my uncle asked as he sat next to me.

I nodded. “Kale’s parents came to see me today. So did
Lavender
and her boyfriend, Daven. She blames herself for what happened because she dropped me off at his apartment, but I told her that was stupid. If she’d come in with me, God only knows what he would have done to both of us.”

The males in the room seethed in anger. I adjusted my position on the bed and groaned as pain spread down the left side of my
ribcage
.