I Still Love You (a Smoleman Fanfic)*completed*

Chapter 19

So, that new story I was talking about last update? It's out now, and I'd love for you to read it! It's called My Only Chance. Thank you all for being so supportive of me! I love you! :)

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Matt pulled up to Karen's house. "Ready?"

Jenna sighed. "Yeah. I'm just worried about Kaz... She's never been such a party animal before!"

Matt laughed. "You just haven't known her as long as I have. Trust me, you can't party harder than Karen Gillan."

Jenna shrugged and got out of the car. "As long as she doesn't do something stupid, I'm fine with it."

He laughed again and took her hand. "C'mon, let's go."

*an hour later*

Jenna never expected to get drunk. She never had before, but Matt had given her a shot, and before she knew it, she had taken another one, another, another... And she was drunk.

Not crazy-drunk, but enough to feel sick.

"Matt..." she groaned.

"Hmmm?"

"I-I don't feel so good..." She retched but managed to contain herself.

"Oh, shit." Matt picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bathroom. "Here." He gently led her to the toilet, his hand on her waist as he acted as her guide.

"Ugh..." And she vomited straight into the toilet bowl.

Matt tried not to recoil, knowing that one day, Jenna would be doing the same for him. He still loved her, though, no doubt about that. It was just kinda gross to watch your girlfriend throw up from the same mouth you kissed so often.

"Ugh..." She moaned again.

"You need a bed?"

She nodded silently, her head moving only slightly as she tried not to upset her stomach.

Matt picked her up again and brought her into Karen's empty bedroom, laying her out on the bed. "Y'okay?" He pulled a bucket next to the bed.

Jenna simply closed her eyes groggily. "Uhhhh..."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, the springs creaking from his weight, which was much more than Jenna's (because Jenna's skinny and short like me :D).

He took her delicate hand in his and rubbed his thumb in circles on her palm. "You'll be okay, Jen... Its your first time drinking, 'course you're gonna react."

She took in a deep, shuddering breath. "I'm not supposed to drink," she choked out.

"I know it's bad, Jen, but c'mon, get used to it!"

"No, I mean I can't drink."

"Or?"

"Or it affects my liver. I have a weak liver. It's fucked up, some genetic shit. So drinking too much...makes me throw up... and that's not good." Her frightened eyes met his.

"Do you need a hospital?"

Jenna shook her head slightly. "N-no." She retched again, lurching forward. The sound of vomit spattering against the bottom of the bucket reached Matt's ears, but he tried to keep a straight, impassive face.

"Positive?"

"Hospital?" she asked deliriously. "No..." Her eyes shut, and she blacked out.

*three hours later*

Matt paced the floor outside her room. The nurses hadn't allowed him to enter her room, saying that she needed peace and quiet so she could rest. Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna... Her name pounded in his head, he couldn't stop worrying about her and what would happen if the doctors couldn't do anything.

A nurse dressed all in white poked her head out from behind the door. "She's asleep, but you can see her for a few minutes."

Matt threw a grateful look in her direction and tiptoed into the room so as not to wake her.

A pale face could only be seen against the pillow because of the now lank hair framing her face.

His hand clapped over his mouth. "Jen?" He whispered.

The nurse motioned to a chair by Jenna's bed, then sat down across from him. "Are you her brother?"

Matt shook his head silently before finding his voice. "I'm her boyfriend," he mumbled. His eyes were glued to her face. "Will she be okay?" The question simply burst from his soul.

The nurse's calm face stared into his. "We're not sure. Did she ever tell you that she..." the nurse paused for a second... "...she was, you know,... anorexic?"

Matt's teary eyes met hers. "A-a-anorexic?" His voice cracked.

The nurse sucked in a breath. "Yes."

Matt shook his head- nothing could penetrate him at the moment, because he was in total shock.

"Anorexia is bad enough, but since she didn't stop throwing up after she was conscious again, she may not-may not recover." The nurse sighed. "Did- was she drinking?" she asked hesitantly.

Matt nodded. "We were at... a party... she doesn't usually drink, I swear, but I don't know what happened... she just started drinking a bit too much, and she just... got drunk." He lowered his eyes in shame.

The nurse looked down at Jenna's pale face, her eyes drooped and heavy from all the work she'd been doing. "I hope she recovers. But when the doctor came in, he said it's a seven percent chance."

"Of failure to recover?" Matt asked, a flicker of hope crossing his face, however slim the hope was.

"Of recovery."
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