Jasmyne's POV:

What was he thinking?

I choke back a sob as my eyes trail from the blood decorating the wall as if it was a blank canvas and the blood dripping from his right hand. He stood over there with that crooked grin of his, curly hair flopping in front of his green eyes. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I thought about the pain he had just inflicted upon himself. He seemed oblivious to it. Almost like he was numb. I just don't understand why he was punching the wall? I knew he felt bad about everything, but that went too far. I would never wish that kind of pain upon him. Despite everything, the feelings I have for him keep me from hating him. Damn emotions!

"Sleeping Beauty?" He asked, tilting his head to the side curiously. Fresh tears filled my eyes and rushed down my face. How can he be so ignorant to what he just did to himself?

"H-Harry." I sobbed, dropping my head into my palms. I'm just so confused.

"Shit." I heard rushing footsteps and suddenly, that were hands pulling mine to stop me from hiding. "I'm sorry. Okay, I'm so sorry." He whispered into my hair, but I just cried harder.

"Why would you do that?" I asked quietly, trying to halt the waves of tears. It didn't work.

"I'm sorry." He murmured again. I looked him in the eye and glared.

"Stop that! Sorry doesn't change what you just did!" I shouted, not even talking about how we ended up in the hospital. My eyes darted to his red hand. "How can you fix that?!" I grabbed his hand gently and inspected it.

"I'm fine." Harry tried to pull his hand away, but I clutched his wrist to stop him. It was really bad. There was a lot of blood. We need to stop it. Put some pressure on it or something. Wait...just call the doctor dummy.

"You need a doctor." I stated, pressing my call button before he could stop me. He scowled at me, but I remained impassive.

"No, I don't. I deserve this. Just leave it alone, Jasmyne." He growled, trying once again to retrieve his hand. I glared at him.

"No! You come in here and start punching the wall and yelling about how everything's your fault and you expect me to just leave it alone?!"

"Yes! Just forget about it!"

"No!'

"Yes!"

"No!" I shout. Why can't he just accept that this is my business too?

"Yes!"

"No! God Harry, yeah it's your fault we are here, but it's not something to punch a wall for! I already forgave you!"

"But why? How can you forgive me when I did something that terrible to you?" He cried, eyes blurry with tears. I let my hands fall onto the hospital bed with a thump and used them to push myself into a sitting position. I tugged Harry's wrist to bring him to his knees. Our eyes were level now.

"Because I can't hate you. I can't no matter how much I should. I want to sometimes, but I can't. I just can't." I whispered, gaze never leaving his. Harry gasped, his mouth parting to form a slight o.

"Why?" He asked, his voice barely loud enough for me to hear. I gulped and cleared my throat.

"I have...feelings for you...ones I shouldn't have." I finally let myself breath. There, I said it. I finally told him. Harry said nothing.

"Harry?" Still nothing. "Seriously? Can you please just answer me, just say anything?" I pleaded. Harry took my hand in his good one and leaned closer.

"Jasmyne." Harry muttered, my breath catching at our close proximity. "You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that." My eyes widened in shock as Harry let his head fall into the crook of my neck, breath fanning my skin as his curls tickled my cheek. I stiffened as I felt warm lips on my collarbone. My heart raced. Oh my god, he can probably hear it, it's so loud. I wanted to tell him no, but I found I couldn't. Despite everything, I like this. I shouldn't. God knows I shouldn't, but I do...

Harry chuckled when I shivered. His head pulled back so that he was directly in front of me. I licked my lips out of habit and bit my lip. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Jasmyne?"

"Yes?" I breathed.

"I'm going to kiss you." It was like a breath went out of me. I was helpless to move as Harry slowly leaned forward and placed his lips to mine.



They moved against my own, willing me to go along with it. Then all of a sudden, I was joining him, adding my own passion to the kiss. I moaned as he deepened the kiss. Sensations ran through me, making me shiver against my will. Then he pulled back abruptly and stood.

Did I do something wrong?

"Harry?" Tears blurred my eyes as I felt the full force of his rejection. He looked down at me and realization dawned upon him. He came closer and put his hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.

"No, no. You're fine. But if we had gone anything, I wouldn't have been able to control myself." He stated. For a moment, I was silent, but then I began to giggle. My giggles slowly turned into full blown laughter. Harry looked so confused, but I couldn't stop. It just felt so good to laugh again after everything that's happened. It was a breath of fresh air. After a while, I finally stopped and looked up at Harry.

"What was that?" He asked. I shot him a small smile.

"What?"

"That." He pointed to me. I giggled again. "Yes that."

"Laughter." I smiled again. It felt amazing. My muscles were working as I wanted. I could smile and laugh freely now. I could with Callie, but now I can with anyone.

"That's the first time I've ever heard you laugh." Harry muttered. I sobered, the smile falling from my lips.

"Hard to laugh in that situation." I stated, shivering as if it was cold.

"Speaking of that...I have something to tell you." Harry said and I was instantly afraid. What could he possibly have left to say? Is he going to take me back? No, he'd never do that.. Would he? I shook my head of the thoughts and listened to Harry.

"Okay."

"I know who kidnapped you." My breath caught and my heart rate sped up as he mentioned the kidnapper. The same one that ran me out of my home. The beeps increased on my heart monitor and suddenly, the door burst open and a nurse bustled in.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, what seems to be the problem?"

I turned toward her and half smiled. "He hurt his hand and he needs it casted." I stated. The nurse came over and took his hand, turning it over gently as she looked it over.

"Oh dear, oh dear. That looks down right nasty. Okay, well honey you just come with me and will get you all set, okay?" Harry's gaze switched to me as if he was afraid to leave me alone. I nodded and he sighed, letting the nurse lead him out of the room. Taking a deep breath, I let myself fall back onto the bed, wincing as an ache spread through my back. Guess that still hurts a lot. Sighing, I stared up at the ceiling, thoughts drifting to what Harry was about to tell me.

Who kidnapped me?