His Last Chance

What Came After

Trigger Warning: Mentions of self harm

(Jamie's POV)

"Come on, come on," I mutter as I sit next to her still body with my head in my hands. They say she's out of the woods, but they're definitely going to have to step in when she wakes up. Martin is in the chair on the other side of her bed whilst holding her hand, staring at one spot on the wall, never moving, never blinking.

Back when we were still in the flat, and the paramedics arrived, they immediately swapped my torn shirts for real tourniquets and put an oxygen mask over her face before they lifted her out of the bath.

The water was all over the floor at that point, so I was just sat in a puddle of her diluted blood.

There were three paramedics that came so, whilst two of them carried her out on a stretcher, the third helped me to stand and walk out with them.

"Sir? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" She could obviously see my scars on my exposed arms and the blood that was spattered everywhere. Maybe she thought I wanted to go down with y/n. Die together.

But I shook my head, still half in a daze. "It's not my blood. It's hers."

"Okay, come with me Mr....?"

"Jamie."

"Alright. Come with me Jamie, you can get in the back with your girlfriend and we'll give you a ride to the hospital. Is that okay?"

I nodded. She grabbed a towel that she saw hung on the back of the bathroom door, wrapped it around me, and lead me out of the front door.

The only sound I registered for the whole journey was the whining of the sirens. Loud. Abrasive. Signalling a disaster that required immediate intervention. Demanding that all cars had to make way for my dying girlfriend.

I was a bit more alert by the time we got there, but then I had to wait while they took her into a room to close her wounds. I figured I needed to tell Martin.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket with shaky hands and dialled his number.

"Jamie. Why the fuck are you calling me after what you did to y/n. You have some nerve-"

"Martin."

"No. You listen to me, you lying, cheating piece of shit. She gave you everything, and I mean everything, and you go and stab her in the back  by kissing Lily? How could-"

"Martin."

He paused as he heard my voice crack when I said his name.

"What?"

"It's y/n. You need to come to the hospital. Now."

He then sounded very surprised. "The hospital? Jamie, what the fuck is going on? Where's y/n?"

"She's here. But she.... I...."

I couldn't even bring myself to say it to him.

"She what? What did she do?"

"She..... She's...."

He paused on the other side of the phone.

"No she's not. What the fuck are you on about, no she's not."

"No, she..... But she tried to....."

"What? No," his voice started to break at that point. "It was you. You did this to her. You pushed her to this."

"Please, just come here. She's going to need you when she wakes up."

He let out a breath and then his voice sounded stronger, firmer. "I'll be there as soon as I can."