Being A Badgirl

The After Effect

RON'S POV

I ran to the car the moment the hospital called the house, her brother and Calista quick at my heels. My Janice, my one-day old fiancee is in the hospital just because a fucking idiot can't drive properly?

Bullshit. My Janice is tougher than concrete. She'd survive. Right?

Pulling out of the driveway, I shot to the hospital, bypassing so many red lights and breaking the speed limit I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't receive an entire box of letters.

Repeatedly jamming my thumb against the lift button as Jan paced around the little lift area at the basement. Calista was in a daze. Thank god she didn't morph into those stupid girls in the movies that sob endlessly because if she did, I would throw her into the dustbin.

When the lift finally arrived with its chirpy little 'Ding', we didn't waste time. We took the lift to the receptionist area, where a snobbish looking man sat.

"Can you help us look for Janice Smith? Where is she?"

"Please lower your volume sir. This is, afterall, a hospital and not a club."

I glared at him as I leant over the counter. "You listen here you son of a bitch, you'll shut the hell up and find which ward Janice is in for me or God help me I'll put you in your beloved hospital forever."

He gritted his teeth. "Proceed to the waiting room."

We sprinted off, and played the waiting game. Sitting there in the hard, plastic chairs, I tried to sink myself into happier times, but cold reality always comes around and smacks me around the head. Those happier times only exist when Janice is around. Without her, those memories in my head aren't anything. Jan had his head buried between his hands while Calista scrolled through her phones, her sobs slightly muffled by the tissue paper. I didn't realize I was crying until someone offered me a tissue. I glanced up, Calista offered me a small smile. "She's gonna be okay you know." My eyebrow rose on its own accord. "Then why were you crying?"

"I was crying about how dumb I looked 3 years ago at Melanie Carthay's party." She looked like she was about to continue but the doors to the operating room opened. We all ran there, anxious to hear the doctor's word. "Well, her condition is pretty critical. Severe head injuries, deep cuts from shards of broken glass at the chest, abdominal areas and legs, and she lost a lot of blood. There's a 50-50 chance of her surviving and..." I didn't bother to hear the rest. All I knew was that she survived that crash and she's still be able to pull through.

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CALISTA'S POV

I watched both Ron and Jan's mood change the moment they heard about Janice's admission to the hospital. They were bickering about how Ron cheated at the football match they were playing, which soon turned to them having a debate on which pizza flavour is the nicer, so loudly they didn't hear the phone ringing or anything. Not wanting to be caught in the middle of their stupid arguement, I picked up the phone only to receive the call from Satan.

After everything, we sat together in her ward, Jan pacing around the space while I sat beside her bed. Ron held her hand, eyes fixated on her face, as though he didn't want to miss any sign of Janice stirring back to life. Being friends since 5 is a huge achievement for us. We still stayed together despite our fair share of disagreements we were still as close as Jan and her. And being this close ensured me about the state of my best friend. I remember exactly how we became friends, Janie Miller was bullying me about my hairstyle, which was a plain ponytail instead of her gang's colourful pigtails. Grinning evily, she snatched my lunchbox and emptied the contents on the floor. Tears streaming down my face, I ran away from them and hid behind some pillar-ish thing at the more isolated part of the school. I sat there for quite awhile before I heard someone coming along.

This girl spotted me immediately but she wasn't there to taunt me or anything because, in her little hand was a half of her sandwich.

"Sometimes, you should fight back you know." Little Janice advised me and I nodded as I munched on the food. She actually fought Janie for me when she insulted my nose or something like that, and even though it was a case of Janice against 5 other snotty brats, she still managed to inflict some damage.

From then on, we became close friends that stood beside each other.

Her condition didn't seem to be dropping on the outside, and she looked pretty fine. Every day, Ron would greet her with a kiss on the cheek and talk about random things. It was already the thirteenth day but he managed to appear positive and happy and all when I knew he was anything but.

Ron's phone rang and putting it on speaker, he andwered. "Hey Doc, is my fiancee's condition improving, can I get the chance to marry her?"

"She's worsening and needs to be sent to the ICU." And with that, that asshole of a doctor just ended the call.

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RON'S POV

Feeling around the table, I managed to locate my ringing phone and answered it. Its 3 am, the person that called better bring important news.

"Hello, Mr Sterling, this is regarding your fiancee, Ms Janice Smith."

I'll just end this chappie here. But here's the thing. If you choose to read a happier ending, choose the later chapter.( Happily Ever After) If you want something more....tragic, choose the first. (Death) 

If you just want to read both, thank you :    )

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