Car Trouble

Painstaking

Miranda's pov

I am startled awake by a loud crash and a string of swear words. I stumble out of bed and into the hallway. "For God sakes work with me here dammit!!!" I hear Jason yell enraged. I quickly run downstairs calling for him. He was in the bathroom, his hands shaking and his wheelchair knocked over. "Jason? What happened? What's wrong?" I gasp running over. His hands gripped the sink and he was struggling to stay standing. I noticed the sink had water and shaving cream in it. "I was trying to shave my stupid face but my damned legs keep giving out on me." I pick his wheelchair back up and walk it over to him. "You didn't cut yourself, did you?" He shakes his head, glaring at the mirror angrily. "I'm so fucking tired of being helpless." He punches the mirror then sank to his knees. It broke my heart. I quickly rushed over and knelt beside him. "You are not helpless! But you have to take things slow. You do realize you were given a second chance. Most people don't live after what happened to you." He glared at the ground. "I never.... Wanted to feel this way.... But.... I... I shouldn't have come back." He says, confusing me. "What do you mean?" He glances at his chair then grabs the cabinet door to pull himself up. I tried to help but he didn't want me to. "I didn't technically survive the gunshot." He says, throwing himself into the chair, still angry. "You're not making any sense? What do you mean?" He sighs, looking regretful and upset as he pushes himself to the couch. "Just forget about it. It doesn't matter." "No. Talk to me. What happened? What are you talking about?" "I died that day." He says, heaving himself onto the couch, another round of swears spilling out. He grabbed his throbbing legs. "God.... Gave me a choice. I died but he let me choose.... He... He warned me it would hurt... But.... I never fathomed how bad. All I could think about was leaving you and the baby... I didn't want... I didn't want to die and leave you. But... I don't think I'll ever be able to walk again." I shakily sit beside him. "W-What?" I whimper shocked. I hug him tightly. "You came back. You did that for me?" "Huh? Of c-course baby. I love you so dang much. I'm so sorry how things have been. I know it ain't easy." "I love you." I whisper, kissing him gently. "Thank you for coming back to me." He stared at me in shock, tears rolling down his face and pulls me into a passion filled kiss. "You will walk again, Jason. I won't let you quit." "B-But... I... It hurts so bad. I can't do it." He shakily says, scared. "Anything worth doing is going to be difficult but you can and will do it. You'll be back on that stage, rocking out, singing and having our little girl be your roadie." "Baby I couldn't do this without you." He says, hugging me and crying on my shoulder.