BROKEN ANGEL

CHAPTER 19---> WEAKNESS...

After trying so hard to wake him, Jase finally woke up.

“What happened?” he asked trying to get up.

“easy…you fainted and you’re still running a fever.” I told him helping him up.

“we might have to get you to a hospital” I continued..

“No! there is no need for that, I’ll be fine don’t worry.” He objected.

“I can’t leave you, not like this, you might not like it but I have to”

He didn’t reply perhaps surrendering, as I walked him to his room and laid him on the bed just like a baby, tucking him in and fluffing his pillow.

I looked around, it wasn’t the typical boy junk room.

It was neat, not a spot to be seen.

I loved that.

In silence I went over to the kitchen, found some kind of instant soup and made for him, also getting him a wet towel to reduce his fever.

Removing his shirt, I found myself staring.

Such glory on just one human being.

“haven’t you ever seen something like this” he asked in a low tone as I thought he was asleep.

I just chuckled. Truth be told except for movies I hadn’t seen a man like him before.

So different, exciting, hard to read…..

I could go on.

“or is it that you’ve never been with someone.” I froze at his statement, saying nothing.

“I didn’t mean to---- I mean if that was----I’m sorry” he managed to say.

“it’s okay,” I turned away from him.

“I’ve never been with a guy before, well not like that.”

He tried sitting up as I moved close to help him.

“what do you mean, not like that?”

“I was raped.” I said walking out of the room.

I occasionally checked on him or asked what he needed as he gave the same answer.

“no nothing thank you”

Isabella finally came home, I explained what happened with Jase and also with the text.

We talked about it a little and I left for the hospital

The operation  was very successful and my dad was already doing rather well under an hour although still unconscious.

I owed all this to the anonymous donor.

So I decided to ask the receptionist about it.

“Hello miss.” I asked kindly.

“Good day.”

“I need information about my dad’s donor.”

“that’s private information, we don’t give out.”

“Please I beg you, I’d do anything. Just the name that’s all.”

“I’ll see what I can do, you’re Miss Del Castillo right?”

“yes I am, thank you.”

I got a call from Isabella ass she was crying and hysterical.

“Isabella, what’s the problem?” she just cried harder.

“Isabella!” I called.

“Jase”

“What happened to him?”

“he’s in the hospital. The doctor’s are trying to save him. Seems like he lost a lot of blood, now he’s weak , very weak.” She explained then cried harder.

“how?”

“we don’t know……. they didn’t find any wound ….he became worse after you left.

“what hospital, I’m on my way.”

“the same as your dad…intensive care.” She hung up.

I ran back to the receptionist.

“do you have it?”

“yes but he gave only initials.”

Male?

“okay…….” Urging her to continue.

“JHC”

“JHC” I repeated slipping a hundred dollar bill at her thanking her.

I rushed to were Isabella was and found her with tyler.

“Isabella!” hugging her then Tyler.

“he’s bad, really bad” the glint of tears in her eyes.

“what is Jase’s middle name?” I inquired.

“what sort of question is that?”

“just answer me it’s important” she groaned impatiently before answering.

“Christian. He is Jase Christian Hunters.”

JHC….