Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 93

Jaden pov

"Jaden." I heard her scream. I still had my back turned to her, the amount emotional pain coursing through my body made me sick.

"I love you."

As soon as she said that, an excruciating pain shot through my leg as I fell forwards. I was near the end of the stairs, so the damage done to me wasn't a lot, but when I looked over at Liza's body, all the hurt and anger washed away. I was immediately overcome with dread and worry and panic, trying to figure out what the fuck happened.

"Yo, is she ok? I watched her slip from the top of the stairs." The Josh guy mentioned as he came down the stairs.

"Fuck off." I spat, pushing him away from her body. "You've done enough fucking damage, just leave me and my girlfriend alone." I blocked her body with mine as I heard him stand up.

"I was just trying to warn you man." He shrugged, but started making his way back up the stairs.

"Come on Liza. Come on baby, wake up." I mumbled as I placed my head to her chest, sighing in relief as I heard her heart beating.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator asked as I held the phone to my ear.

"Uhm, my wife- girlfriend-." I took a second to think of what I was going to say before I continued. "My partner has fallen down the stairs in her apartment building and she's been knocked unconscious." I explained.

"Your wife has fallen down the stairs. Is she breathing?" She asked me as I heard typing.

"Yeah, she is breathing, but her neck is bent weirdly. I don't know, it looks like it might be broken." Shit.

"Did you say her neck looks broken?" She asked again, repeating my words back to me.

"Yes, it doesn't look like it's straight, inside. She fell down like forty stairs." I reiterated.

"Okay, sir. The ambulance is on its way, please make sure that there are no sharp objects around her. Are you guys in an easy access point?" She questioned.

"No. We're between the floors right now. There's a flight of stairs either way leading to a floor."

"What floor are you guys on?"

"14." I answered quickly, still feeling Liza's pulse every now and then.

"Okay, sir, are you able to go to floor 13 for me? The paramedics will probably want to go up with the stretcher." She explained.

"I think I've dislocated my knee, but I can try and go down-"

"No, sir, if you are injured as well, please stay where you are. Any pressure on your knee could cause fatal injury. The ambulance should have just arrived and the paramedics are on their way up now." She answered.

"Okay, thank you." I sighed as I heard the doors open below me. "They're here now." I told her as I watched them make their way up the stairs.

"Okay, I'll leave you with them now." Was the last thing she said before she hung up.

"No, please help her first. I'm fine." I protested as one of the guys walked up to me.

"My colleagues are helping your wife, there's more than enough of us to help you both." He assured.

He put a brace over my knee so that I could walk without my knee moving any more. Once they had gotten Liza on the stretcher, they carried up to her floor before wheeling it to the elevator. With the help of one of the paramedics I limped up after them, and we were waiting for the elevator.

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"Right, your knee has been reset, now you're going to need to wear this brace for eight weeks to give your leg proper time to heal. I'm going to be supplying you with pain meds for the next three days and then you'd need to be picking up an eight week repeat prescription." The doctor explained, handing me a bag of pain killers.

"Great." I mumbled, grabbing the bag and already getting ready to leave.

"Sir, you've been warned before, the more you try to leave, the more prolonged this is going to be. I need to do some-"

"Yeah, with all due respect, my girlfriend was unconscious the last time I saw her. I need to go and see her to see that she is alright. You've already come to the conclusion that I don't have a concussion so you don't need to do any fucking blood work." I stopped him, stuffing the bag in my jacket pocket and limping out of the room.

"Hey, how can I help?" The receptionist asked as I walked up to the desk.

"Can you tell me what room Liza Boeman is in please?" I asked, ignoring the pain in my knee.

"What's your relation to the patient?" She asked, typing in the computer.

"Husband."

She nodded as she continued typing away. It felt like forever when I was waiting for her to come back with an answer. A sound came from the computer and I could see in the reflection of her glasses that the screen came up red. Her eyes bolded slightly before looking up at me with a guilty look.

"Uh, she's still in an MRI. The doctor has been notified she has people waiting for her and he will come to get you once she is ready. For now, you can have a seat in the waiting area." She half smiled at me.

"Okay, thank you." I really wanted to scream the place down in that moment.

I limped my way over to the waiting area and sat down. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and rested it on my lap, staring down at it. No one knows we are here. I knew I should tell someone where we are, but I don't want to be stuck in the phone for ages when I know Liza shouldn't be too long.

Landon

Hey man, I don't really know
what to say, but Liza and I are
at the hospital. She fell down the
stairs of her complex and hit her
head. She took me out in the way.
Just thought I'd let you know.
Delivered

"Anyone here for Liza Boeman?"