Together at last || Jenna Ortega x Y/n (female)

Chapter 14

a/n my car broke down yesterday so today I had to get up at 4 am to catch a bus to work because the only one where I'd arrive on time left at 5 am on the other side of the town (30-minute walk) so yeah I did not have a good day today 🤠

Also I've been living on plain olives for like 2 weeks now bc I'm not energized enough to cook. That's not as bad as it sounds is it? 🥲

but anyway here's an update
(prepare for angst hehehehe)

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Pov: Y/n

I pace around my kitchen for a good 10 minutes, thinking about what my action should be. I don't know if I'm overreacting, but it really isn't like Jenna to not text me when she said she'd text me. It's not like her to not send me a good night text, or face time me before bed. Especially not on a day like this when she had something important to tell me. Should I go over to her place? But what if she just fell asleep and I'll wake her up and then she will be tired tomorrow? But what if she's in trouble and she needs me...? FUCK. This is hard. What the hell do I do?

My mind is going a hundred miles per hour, and I'm basically just stumbling around by now, when a call from an unknown number pulls me out of my thoughts. Hesitantly, I answer - I don't know why, but I had a feeling this call might clear things up.

"Y/n? Is this you?" I hear a shaky voice ask. I can't make out who it is right away. "Yes, this is she. Who's there?" I ask, but right when I ask that question, it clicks. "Emma!! Emma, what's wrong? Jenna isn't texting me back, and I'm worried. Do you know anything?" I blurt out. My voice is piercing, not quite yelling but still really loud. The fact that Emma was calling me, sounding the way she is - shaky and sad, can only mean my suspicions were correct. "I do... I'll tell you everything, but you need to come to the hospital, like, right now. I'll send you my location so you know where to go. But be safe, okay? You won't do Jenna any good by getting hurt yourself while coming here. I'll see you soon, y/n." And just like that, Emma hung up.

I had the urge to drop to the floor right where I was standing, frozen. I want to scream and cry and throw up, but I don't -  I go into a mode where I don't let any evil thoughts enter my head. Because I knew that as soon as that happened, I wouldn't be able to do what I had to do. So, I begin to run - out of the apartment, onto the street. My phone is glued to my left hand, the right one violently swinging beside me to keep my balance, while I fixate on the dot that showed Emma - and the dot was me, moving closer and closer. I know I look like a maniac right now - in my pajamas, shoes on without socks, tears streaming down my face. But am I going to stand around for 10 minutes waiting for an Uber, when I can just run and get closer to Jenna with each step? Nope, absolutely not.

After 20 minutes, I bolt through the hospital doors, a few night nurses giving me weird stares for my appearance - but frankly, I couldn't care less. All that's in my mind is Jenna—getting to Jenna, being there for her, holding her. God, will I be able to hold her? Is she even alive??? Okay, fuck I need to stop this. Emma did sound shaken up on the phone - but not the kind where someone just died. I take a few deep breaths, which rattle into my lungs, and try not to gag at the taste of iron in my mouth, before making my way to the ER, where Emma's dot was still showing.

"Y/n!" Emma yells in a whisper when she spots me, trying not to disturb anyone. She pulls me into a quick but tight hug. "God, did you run here? Come on, sit down," she says after noticing my still very out-of-breath state. She pulls me to a few chairs on the side of the floor, and grabs my shaking hands into both of hers. She gives me a few moments to calm down before talking again. "Okay, I know you want nothing more than to know what's going on, so here's what happened. We were all at Jenna's place and she told us about you and her, which everyone took really well and we were happy for her, except Percy. He started acting strangely, staring at her with a weird look. At like 11, we all headed to our own apartments. Mine is directly across from Jennas, and a few minutes after I left, I heard screaming and crashing sounds coming from there. I tried to get in and shouted for her, but it didn't stop, so I called the police. Inside, they found Percy attacking Jen, who was unconscious by then. They arrested him and rushed Jenna here, and she's been in surgery ever since. I haven't gotten any news, but I think that's a good sign because that means they are still working on fixing her. I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier. I had to ring Tim out of bed first to give me your number, that's why it took so long."

Speechless. I'm speechless at hearing that a sick fucking disgusting asshole hurt my Jenna. I break down crying on Emma's shoulder, nothing but anger and worry controlling my body. She does her best to calm me down, unsuccessfully. The fact I don't know how exactly Jenna is doing, and the fact she's hurt so bad that she's been in surgery for 5 hours already makes my stomach bend and my head explode with fear.

After a while, I feel Emma nudging my shoulder and look up to see her pointing at a doctor walking toward us. "Are you guys here for Jenna Ortega?" he asks, and luckily Emma answers - I wouldn't have gotten a single word out of me. "Yeah, we are. How's it looking?" she asks the man. "So, she's just gotten out of surgery. We were able to stop the internal bleeding and fix up her lungs, which were punctured by broken ribs. I must admit it looked pretty bad when she got here, but she did great during the surgery and she's stable now. I will let you know once she's out of recovery, but only one person can go see her, hospital policy," he answers. Emma immediately points to me, and I shoot her a thankful smile.

A flood of relief shoots through my body. She's stable - I repeat over and over in my head, which is the only thing that's calmed me down in the past few hours. Emma and I sit in comfortable silence for another thirty minutes, until the same doctor from before approaches us again and signals me to follow him. I shoot up and walk behind him. He leads me to the ICU which is two floors up, and shows me to Jenna's room, leaving me to go in by myself.

I don't wait another second before carefully opening the door, and walking inside. My stomach drops at the sight of my girlfriend. A wide tube comes out from her side, filled with blood, and a breathing tube down her throat. She has scratches and bruises all over her face and body - which is only covered by a towel from her chest to her knees, probably to give them access to all the tubes and IVs that are hooked up to her.

I drop on the chair beside her bed, my sight clouded by tears. As gently as I can, I grab her left hand with both of mine and start tracing the back of it with my thumbs. Her skin is cold and pale, but otherwise still soft like always. I can't believe I almost lost this angel...

Through the window, I notice the sun already going up, and I know I should be tired from staying up all night - but my body is still so full of adrenaline, that sleep is the last thing I could think about right now. So I keep gently caressing Jenna's hand, whispering sweet nothings to her even though I know she can't hear me, and just enjoy the overwhelming feeling of thankfulness that my girl is alive.

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I don't know if anyone noticed but I decided on smaller chapters so I can update more frequently! It also kinda makes it easier for me to write, so its a win-win I guess

What do y'all think about this chapter? Better or worse than what you expected to happen? 👀

have a lovely rest of your day or night! peace out ✌️