Love Game {Book #1 Justin & Blake Series}

It's Not Just My Heart That Hurts

Blake’s POV

My eyes slowly started to open, while the rest of my body hurt like nothing I had ever experienced. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the lighting in the hospital room. I glanced down and I was wearing a hospital robe and was covered in a few white blankets. Unlike most people who black out, I knew exactly where I was and why I was here. I was in the hospital because my dad beat me. Was I ok with the situation? No. But did I know it happened? Most defiantly.

I turned my head painfully to look around the room. Scooter and Pattie were sleeping on the couch in the corner of the room while Justin was sitting at the side of the bed with his head buried in the sheets. From what I could see, he looked like a complete mess.

Since he didn’t look comfortable in his current position, I tried to pick myself up and move to the side of the uncomfortable hospital bed so that his head wouldn’t be lying on my leg. But the second I put my arms at my side to support myself, a sharp pain shot through my entire body and I let out a yelp. Justin instantly shot his head up and stood up to help me.

“Shh, it’s ok.” He whispered soothingly while lightly picking me up to set me further to the side of the bed. Without asking, he carefully got into the bed next to me, but made sure to stay above the blankets.

At this time, I had tears running down my cheeks, it hurt that bad. Justin tried to calm me down by lightly running his hands down my back but it wasn’t working. Pattie woke up from the noises and quickly waked Scooter so he knew I was awake.

“I’ll go find a doctor.” Scooter said quietly before walking out of the room and closing the door softly behind him. Pattie walked up to my bed, on the side opposite of Justin, and started rubbing my back and telling me that I was ok.

I have never in my life felt so vulnerable. Not even when Brian was coming towards my brother and me with a knife. At least then, there was a part of me that knew Nate would protect me no matter what. I didn’t have that same feeling now. I felt scared, naive, embarrassed, broken, hurt, weak, and worthless. That’s how my dad made me feel. Worthless.

As if he could read my mind, Justin quickly whispered in my ear. “It’s ok Blake, I’m right here. You’re ok.”

“I’m so sorry!” I sobbed into his chest. He shh’d me and continued to rub my back. We heard the door open and turned to see who it was. A doctor walked into the room, followed by Scooter. Pattie gave me one last reassuring look before motioning to Scooter that they should leave.

“We will give you some privacy.” Pattie stated before shaking the doctor’s hand and walking out of the room with Scooter. I collected myself enough to pull out of Justin’s grip and look up at the doctor.

“Hello Blake. My name is Dr. Carlson. How are you feeling?” the man asked slowly, knowing that I was in a weak state.

“Not so good.” I whispered, almost afraid to admit it. Justin held me tighter, but not too tight because I was in so much pain.

“Well, you went through a lot. Do you remember what happened to you?” the doctor asked. I nodded, not letting myself say it out loud.

“I don’t think she wants to talk about it.” Justin explained to the doctor.

“That is quite alright. Blake, I need to let you know that you were severely hurt. You have many bruises and cuts, along with a broken rib, a lot of stiches, and you lost quite a bit of blood. You lost so much blood that you fell unconscious, that’s why you blacked out.” Dr. Carlson said slowly and quietly.

“How long was I unconscious for?” I asked softly.

“Just about 24 hours.” The doctor replied with a sorrowful expression.