One Year - (Jadam Story)

~Day 95 - Questions~

James' POV

"I'm so worried about him! He's been out for a while now!"

"Why didn't you take him to the hospital?!"

"I didn't want doctors to ask me why he was noted as dead a while ago in his records! What was I supposed to do?"

"Well call that witch friend again!"

"We...we aren't on speaking terms..."

"You should fix that then, especially in case this happens again with this spell on him."

My ears rang as I rose from bed, the migraines were still there but they weakened. Everything was so bright it was as if a light was shining in my face. Eventually, I was able to make out my room with me laying in bed. I felt dirty somehow. I sniffed under my arm. Have I showered yet? I looked over at my alarm clock. It was about 4 in the middle of the day. I looked in the mirror and found a bruise on my forehead and bags under my eyes. What was doing on here?

"James!" I heard a loud cry from outside my door. It was Adam, running over and hugging me tightly in his arms. The comfort of his arms helped take me out of the fear of finding marks all over my body.

"Adam...what's going on?"

I noticed Maaz along with Chris and Zack by the doorway. Maaz walked in and sat with me in bed as Adam held my hand, I held it back while mine shook.

"You passed out James, about three days ago. Adam called me over to watch over you to make sure you were safe and healthy. Luckily, you seem to be besides some bruises from your fall. We've all been very worried about you bud."

I froze. Everyone was staring into my eyes as the memory of the scream came back to me. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. My eyes wouldn't stop tearing up. Adam held me closer as I began to sob.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

Adam and Maaz exchanged looks at each other. The room was quiet. Adam got up, his eyes not meeting mine again. "You just woke up after two days, you should eat something and have a shower. I'll talk to you when you're done."

Maaz took over from there, helping me eat some food he made, taking care of me, helping me pick out some clothes, and just comforting me. He told me to try not to think too hard and stress myself out but I just can't help it, I know my body and I know something is wrong.

"Hey Maaz?"

"Yeah? Do you need something?"

"Why do I keep getting these migraines? I didn't get them before. I mean every once in a while but not this much and not this intense."

He sighed and walked closer to me. "Adam...did something. He made a choice that saved your life. He wanted to give you as much life as humanly possible because he cares about you that much. A lot of us think it was pretty risky and reckless but it worked. You're here with us, you're alive. We're all really glad you're alive James."

"What did he do? Why did I need to be saved? Was I dying before?"

"We'll tell you about it in time okay? Right now I need you to rest and heal up."

"Okay."

So...I James almost died but my best friend saved my life. I live with horrible migraines that can take me out for days. I think this is worth it. Anything is better than just dying and never being able to see my friends and family again right? My best friend in the whole world saved me from death. I can't imagine being that important to someone. I must be special in someway then. Maybe I am. Maybe he was just doing the right thing. Maybe I'm looking too deeply into this.

All I could think about was Adam saving me as I felt sleepy. I don't know how I still felt sleepy, I slept through two days. I felt all fluttery at the thought of Adam being my hero. Hero. Yeah. I should call him that sometime. He did save my life.