Not yet - Danisnotonfire fanfiction

Chapter 8

"Wait what no no no how?" My mother and I rarely talked to each other after we've got separated. I was 60% happy 40% sad about the thing.

"She was very suicidal, so it happened."

Never seeing a person ever again is a thing you first can't take in. Even though my mom annoyed me until I moved to Manchester, she still was my mom and I loved her (not that much, but I did at least).

Dozens of tears started streaming down my face from all of a sudden. After 5 more minutes we hung up and I just stood there, with my hand on my face, crying.

By the time I started crying, Jack went to the pub.

I went to sleep after a while, and my phone woke me up. It was Louise.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Jack overdrank he is in the hospital"

"WHAT?" I nearly yelled. "Shit, I can't leave Hannah here alone, and I can't wake her up, it's 3:00."

"Listen, this happened half an hour ago, he threw it all up, he's gonna be fine, I can go over if you want me to, and you can come visit him..."

"You sure?"

"Yes. We told him to stop and he was like I know my limits okay, but no, he does not. You want me to go over?"

"If you don't mind, yes, thank you." We hung up. Louise arrived after 20 minutes, and I immediately thanked her and grabbed a taxi.

After 20 minutes of being fucked up and thinking about death, life, hospitals, and giving birth, I arrived.

I felt like shit.

"Hello, I came to see Jack Howard"

"Are you his relative?"

"Yes I'm his cousin" I lied

"Okay, room 45, this level, that way"

"Thank you" I was in a hurry, but halfway there I bumped into his sister, Charlotte. "Hey, hi, I'm Dora I don't know if Louise told you I'm coming"

"Yes yes she did, I'm Charlotte, that idiot's sister, nice to meet you"

"Dora, nice to meet you too"

"Listen, I'm about to go get some coffee, you want some?"

"No thank you, is he okay?"

"Okay, yes he is,he threw it all up, but he is still drunkish. You can go check him, but be careful, if he wakes up he will be all touchy and happy, in a drunk way, you know what I mean"

"Yes, thank you"

"How long do you plan staying here?"

"You mean in the hospital?"

"Yes"

"Just like 30 minutes, I need to go back home, Louise is taking care of Hannah right now, otherwise I couldn't come here."

"Oh, okay, I'll be back in 5 minutes, his room is over there"

"Okay thanks" I started walking to room 45, and I looked in through the glass window on the door. He was asleep.

I entered the room, but the squeaky door woke him up. He opened his eyes, looked at me, and smiled. He was tired, I could see it on his face.

"Oh my god, hey, didn't mean to wake you up"

"Hey" he started laughing. I became a bit terrified. I grew up in a family where my grandfather and my dad was an alcoholic, I was scared of being abused or getting beaten up, just because they are drunk, and they are aggressive or in a slightly sexual mood. "Oh come on, come here" I got a little bit closer. I was truly scared of him. 

"How are you doing?" I asked, but my voice was shaking. Thanks to the big guy up there, he was still too drunk to notice it.

"Ah, I'm super-duper okay I feel fiiiine, but why are you so far away" he made incomprehensible noises at the end of the sentence. 

By the time he made those noises, I realized he couldn't do anything wrong, he is hooked up to so many different things he can barely move. I meant that he could turn around and sit up and stuff, but nothing more.

So I decided to go and stand next to him. There was a bloodshot on his head.

"Did you hit your head?"

"Yes, when I fell, my legs are like jelly" he laughed and then his hands started doing weird things. "Where is Charlotte?" he asked and I turned around to look out through the window. It was all silent, and I didn't hear any high heels knocking against the hospital floor's tiles, which meant she's nowhere near. By the time I was about to answer, his hand was up on my left side at my ribs, under my shirt. I froze for a moment. His hand was stroking my side, and when I got back to reality and wasn't scared that much, I carefully pushed his hand away, turned around, and saw that malicious smirk on his face. 

"Charlotte is getting some coffee" I said with a deadly serious face. "Three strikes and you're out." I whispered to myself.

"What?"

"What? Well, I'm gonna go, you won't even remember this." I said goodbye, and left the room.

Charlotte was coming behind me.

So many things were in my mind, that I couldn't even think about how am I gonna get home. When I said three strikes, I meant two more things like this and I need to speak to him. If that does not work, I'll need to move.

I knew Jack acted this weird because he was drunk, but this was too much for me.

"You leaving already?"

"Yes, I'm really tired, also, he woke up when I went in, and he is acting all stupid."

"Did he do anything?"

"No, we just talked"

"Okay. I'll drive him home tomorrow" I nodded.

"Well, it was nice meeting you."

"You too"

"See ya" we both waved and I went back home.

When I exited the hospital, there was a bunch of ambulanceman and a pregnant woman was about to give birth.