bonus chapter: fourteen

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"No.."

I stood in disbelief, staring at Jackson's now blonde hair.

"What? When? How?" I rambled, touching the soft curls.

"Surprise!"

My eyes widened as Rae jumped from behind him, smiling.

"What are you doing here? Actually, how long have you been here and why haven't I seen you?"

"You left early and Rae didn't wanna go to school so.."

"So you let our daughter skip school to dye your hair?"

He nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Mom, we're good. I've been with Grandma most of your shift."

"And I'm gonna ask that you go find her again so I can talk to your mom." Jackson asked.

Once Rae left, he pulled me into the supply closet, shutting the door.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. What's with the secrecy?"

He chuckled.

"Not anything secret. I just wanna ask you a question. Do you think possibility is worth the scars? I know it's random, don't ask, just answer."

I thought to myself before shrugging.

"I mean, yeah. The only thing worse than failing is not trying at all. If you believe in something, you would fight for it, right?"

"No, of course." He agreed.

"You never thought you'd be great at your position when your mom first appointed you."

He chuckled.

"Yeah... That was definitely a disaster."

"Is that why you pulled me into the closet of hidden tales?" I questioned causing him to burst into laughter.

"The closet of hidden tales?"

"Yeah! These closets are worse than on-call rooms. Can we leave?"

"Yeah." He said, continuing to laugh.

Once we had our things, we made our way to the elevator with Rae trailing behind. The doors opened, revealing Catherine.

I internally rolled my eyes, knowing she would say something about Rae missing school.

"Oh, hey, what happened to your hair? Hi, baby!" She smiled, kissing Rae's cheek.

"Richard tells me your new patient Nell is quite the storyteller. I’m thinking about going down there to meet her before she gets discharged." Catherine said, pressing the button for the ground floor.

The elevator moved one floor before Jackson hit the button to stop it. We looked to him, confused.

"Why don’t we have scars, Mom?"

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