Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 28

I'm back bitches! So sorry for the long wait, got my wi-do working again and I have updates for you!!!!
Amy's POV:

I threw myself foreword and looked around. I was surrounded my IV's and wires prodded me everywhere. I could barely move without being yanked back by a wire connected to some sort of monitor, bag of mysterious fluid, pole, or anything else medical that they decided to hook me to.

I rubbed my temples and tried to wrap my head around what has happened.

Okay, so I blacked out. Jackson was crying. That's about it.

I looked around for the nurse pressy-button thingy. I found it and started what I would like to call, 'Button Assault.' Until a nurse came rushing in my room. I recognized her as Jillian, the one who helped me last time.

"Oh dear lord your awake." She whispered, checking vitals, heart pressure, blood pumps, and a bunch of other shit I didn't understand.

"So um, how long was I out?" I asked, brushing the hair out of my face.

"Well, it was only a couple of days but very I serious." She said.

"What was so serious about it." I asked.

"I mean, you had a couple of brain bleeds... some Brain swelling...." she turned around and muffled her voice, "a humtorg" she said.

"What?" I asked.

She cleared her voice and turned back to me, "A humaiorf." I raised one eyebrow, "a tumaforb." She said while coughing. I growled and crossed my arms across my head. She sighed, running her heads through her hair, "Well, we took you into surgery, and we managed to get it all out, because it was really early stages. But you, in fact, had contracted a tumor. It was about the size of a silver dollar." She said, shaking her head at the memory.

I fell back into the pillows, "Well that must've sucked. I mean, I had a tumor in my brain and no one knew." I said, while she stood up and smoothed out her skirt.

"Okay then. I'm gonna let Casey come in here. And yea her and chase have grown really close so..." She said, walking out before I could ask her how she found out there names.

Casey walked in slowly, practically falling into a chair. Chase followed closely behind, I looked into his hollow eyes and could tell something was wrong. Jackson. Something was wrong with Jackson.

He wasn't in his chair. He wasn't rushing in here to start balling his eyes out at about how he was so sorry. Evie wasn't running behind him screaming for him to come and hold her.

Where was he?

"Where's Jackson?" I asked, looking around, craning my neck to look out the door.

Chase looked and me will watery eyes, and I looked at Casey who gave me a sympathetic smile, it was weak but worrying.

"Where's. Jackson." I said more forceful.

Chase turned around and smacked the wall. "He's a fucking jackass, You know? Only ever thinking about himself. Thinking about what would happen with him. Why he is responsible. HE SHOULDNT CHOOSE HIS OWN FATE." Chase bellowed, "HE SHOULDNT JUST TRY AND KILL HIMSELF IN YOUR BATHROOM, BECAUSE HE FEELS RESPONSIBLE, ITS NOT HIS FUCKING FAULT."

"W-what?" I asked, my eyes watering and my lip trembling. "J-Jackson...h-he c-comited suicide?" I asked, scared.

Casey looked up at me and began moving over and put her arm out to comfort me. I smacked her hand away, "No. No. No. NO! JACKSON! JACKSON COME IN HERE! JACKSON!" I began screaming his name over and over, letting the tears fall down my face as I thrashed around, shading chases stone cold grip on my shoulders.

"Amy. Amy. Amy! AMY!" I quoted down and looked at Casey, my tears flowing like a waterfall down my face. "Jackson is still alive. He is still alive. He's in the psych center, for evaluation. He. is. still. alive." she said pulled me into her as tears of happiness fell down my face and I cried them into her chest and thought about what would have happened if he died.

I wouldn't have been able to survive, I wouldn't have been happy, I wouldn't have been myself.

I need to teach that jackass a lesson.