He Thinks He's the Best - J.H

Chapter 7

Roxy pov

I heard a slow beeping ring through my ears as I still had my eyes shut.

At first I thought it was my alarm, but I then recognised the rhythm and pitch.

A heart rate monitor.

I opened my eyes slowly and was blinded by a bright light. I winced slightly as it sent a pain shooting through my retinas. I opened my eyes again, this time letting them adjust to the light, my vision was blurry at first, but it soon went away after a few blinks.

And suddenly I wished my vision was still blurry. Because once a-fucking-gain, he has to go and ruin my mood. I sat up, or tried to. The rustling apparently bought his attention from his feet, to me.

"Oh good. You're awake." He said as he pushed off of the wall he was leaning on.

"What is it with you and being around when I'm sleeping? It's very creepy." I said as I heard him chuckle.

"You never cease to amaze me Miss Hawthorne. And I guess it's just a talent of mine." He chuckled again as the doctor walked through the door. Looking solemn.

"Miss Hawthorne?" He asked.

"That's me." I said with a smile. He sighed and showed me my chart.

I sighed. I knew this was coming. I've had it coming since I was eight years old. I just didn't expect it to come this fast.

"Miss Hawthorne, they found no traces of your medication in your veins. Why is that?" He asked as he looked at me. I felt his and Jaden's eyes on me.

"Well you see, I don't see a point in taking them when they aren't effective. If they can't control the spasm, what's the point in taking it? It only fucks with other stuff in the long run." I shrugged as I read over the words again and again.

Patient name: Roxella Hawthorne
Age: 23
Sex: female
Incident: passed out and head trauma
Existing medical issues: tumour in brain
Diagnosed: anger issues. depression. anxiety. PTSD.
Medication: cluster headaches treatment for tumour growth
Tumour: growing and straining pre frontal cortex. Surgery advised.
Death: likely

"Miss Hawthorne, we do advise you get the surgery-"

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you? I'm not getting the surgery so just drop it." I snapped.

"Miss Hawthorne. Do you know what you're risking? With your condition, that continues to deteriorate, you'll be out of your job within a month. You haven't got long left. Three years at most. That surgery will mean you have a full lifetime, and you get to keep the job you worked so hard for." He reasoned. Jaden stayed silent, just watching the ordeal.

"No." I said simply.

"Miss-"

"I want you to leave." I said as I looked at him. He sighed, but left. I turned to look at Jaden expectantly.

"What?" He asked when he noticed my staring.

"Out." I pointed to the door.

"You're funny." He laughed as he walked closer to me and took my chart out of my hand. I tried to snatch it back out of his hands, but he lifted it up out of my reach and stepped back. I couldn't get out of the bed because I had a short IV drip in, restricting my movements.

"Jaden." I warned. He looked up, smirked and looked back down to read my file.

I watched as his eyes scanned over the paper over and over, just like I did. He didn't move his head, but looked at me from the corner of his eye. He sighed and brought his head back up. He walked over and dropped the file on the table at the end of the bed. He looked at me.

"Don't. Just don't." I said before he spoke.

"No I'm going to. You should get the surgery. Why wouldn't you get the surgery?" He asked as he sat in the edge of the bed.

"Because I don't fucking want it. There's nothing keeping me here apart from my job. I'll lose that within the month. You made sure that everything else I had left to live for was gone. My mom and dad are somewhere in Connecticut high off there face. My brother and his little shits he likes to call children are somewhere in Europe. My sister is off in Australia and can't even be bothered to pick up the phone to talk to me or anyone for that matter. I haven't seen her since I was six. And my baby brother, the only family I had left that I actually had a relationship with, was pumped full of lead on your command. So tell me, what's the fucking point in getting that surgery to live in misery?" I asked. He looked as if he was actually thinking of an answer.

"I want you here." He said after much deliberation.

"I don't give half a rats ass as to what you want." I said coldly. "I don't want the surgery so I'm not getting it. I'm handing in my resignation, and I'll live out the rest of these three years, to die at the end of it." I explained plainly.

"Roxy. Please." He begged, as if it mattered to him if I lived.

"Give me one good fucking reason as to why I should." There's nothing he can say that'll change my mind. Absolutely nothing.

"You have a niece." He said.

"Yeah you're right. She's off somewhere in Europe with her dad. What's your point?" I snapped.

"No, on the night he died, Cameron was with his girlfriend. She told him she was pregnant with his baby. You have a niece from Cameron." He explained.

"I don't care." It's true I don't. I have no connection to the child. She isn't going to have an affect on my life now.

"Seriously? Just get the surgery." He snapped at me.

"No. I don't want it." I stated.

"Why?" Is he stupid?

"Do your ears not work or something? Or did you just completely block out what I said?" I asked him.

"I just don't see why you would waste such a brilliant life. You must really hate yourself." He said as if it was normal.

"You're an insensitive bastard. You're the reason I don't want the fucking surgery. What part don't you get that what you say actually fucking hurts?" I screamed at him. He just laughed.

"And there you go. Blaming someone else for your problems. Grow the fuck up Roxy." He said.

"I am grown up. I've been grown up since I was four fucking years old." I shouted.

"Oh look at me. My names Roxy and my parents are drug addicts. Look at me. Everyone should pity me and my pathetic little life. Just fucking stop it Roxy." He mimicked me.

"Get the fuck out." I screamed as tears started to pool out of my eyes. I wasn't crying because he hurt me with what he said. I was crying out of frustration.

"Gladly." He said as he walked out.