Finding My Forever (Beaumont 3)

“Somebody get the motherfucking paramedics here,” Harrison yells.

Paramedics? Is Jenna okay? I look for her, my eyes searching the stage, but I can’t see her.

“Wh…”

“Hold on, man.”

I don’t know what the fuck he means. Hold on?

Everything starts turning black. Someone is closing the curtains, but the show’s not over. My song… I didn’t finish it.

The screaming dulls into a hushed roar. Thank God because it was fucking hurting my head. I think I need a coffee or something. I’m so tired.

I look at Liam and smile. He’s my best friend, my brother.

“Don’t you fucking leave me, JD. You fight. You have a wife and daughter on the way. Do you hear me, man? You fucking fight to stay with us.”

Where am I going?

HARRISON rushes us from the venue and into the waiting car. I don’t know how the driver knows, but he does. Once the door is shut, we’re speeding behind the ambulance. The very one that is transporting my husband.

Harrison holds me against him. His leg bounces up and down. The edge of his phone is pressed against his lips. Is he waiting for a call? Call… I need to call Jimmy’s mom, but what do I say? I don’t even have her number.

I sit up in a panic. My breathing becomes erratic.

“Whoa, what’s wrong? You have to calm down, Jenna.”

“His mom… she’s in…” I shake my head, realizing that I don’t know where his mom is. I don’t know anything about his family.

“She lives in London. I’ll call her for you.” And just like that Harrison comes to my rescue. I feel like such a moron for not knowing. As his wife I should know these things. Like his blood type, I don’t know that. What if he needs a transfusion?

Before I know it, Harrison is opening the door and tugging at my hand. He pulls me through the glass doors and to the nurses’ station.

“Hi, excuse me. The ambulance just brought in my husband.”

“Have a seat,” the nurse says without looking up. Harrison puts his arm around me and tries to direct me to a chair, but I hold onto the counter.

“Jenna, give them a few minutes. Let’s find Liam.”

Harrison’s demeanor is calm where I’m freaking out on the inside. I’m about to scream and pull at my hair. My ex-husband has shot… he freaking shot my husband. I don’t know where Damien is now, but he’s out there and probably waiting to finish the job. If he hasn’t already succeeded.

I knew I should’ve left the minute Damien first showed up at the café. I’ve put everyone in danger and now Jimmy is somewhere in this hospital. I don’t know if he’s dead or alive. Why can’t the nurse just tell me what they’re doing? They must know, right?

We walk down random halls. I see paramedics and wonder if they’re the ones that brought in Jimmy. They look at me as I pass, their eyes full of sorrow. I can’t imagine what they see on a daily basis.

“Excuse me,” I say, stop

ping Harrison from walking any farther. “Did you bring my husband in?”

“Who’s your husband?” the lady asks, looking at her clipboard.

“Jimmy Davis,” Harrison answers before I can. “He was shot while on stage tonight. Our friend came with him.”

The lady looks over her clipboard and shakes her head. My heart drops a bit further into the pit of my stomach.

“Try down the hall that way,” she points ahead of us. “That’s the critical wing and if he was shot, he’s likely there.”

Harrison doesn’t wait for more instructions before he’s pulling me behind him. We turn the corner and I gasp, my hand flying up to cover my mouth when I see Liam leaning against the wall. He’s covered in blood.