Jackson's story

Chapter 10

"You never know how important someone is until you almost lose them."

"JACKSON?" I screamed, "wake up!" I fell to the ground as I watched him collapse. I must have been the combination of the fight and the scorching, hot sun. I reacted quickly by starting to fan him with my hands.

"Bella, help me ge-" spoke a now worried Joseph.

"No, ge-get away from him," I cried, "you did this to him! Jus-" Tears sprung from my eyes, and I couldn't hold them back.

"Bella, I can save him, or try, just let me help."

I was defensless, as he walked over to where Jackson was. Joseph held on to his arm, and started to pull him towards the car.

"What are you-"

"Help me get him into the car, he's suffering from heat stroke, if we can get him in an air conditioned car, I think it might be able to help him regain consciousness," he grunted, and moved Jackson as fast as he could to the car.

I ran for the door and started the car, I took the gear shift, and put the car in neutral, just as Jackson had shown me how to. As Jospeh approached closer, he appeared without a shirt.

"Here, take this, and soak it in cool water, once we lay him inside, I need you to place this over his forehead," he instructed, handing me the shirt.

I took a the shirt quickly, this was no time to look at shirtless guys, I had to save Jackson.

I heard a big grunt, as Joseph lifted Jackson into the backseat. I was surprised where his strength was coming from, due to the fact, he was also bruised from the fight Jackson had had with him.

I searched the car frantically for some water, specifically cold water. I opened the trunk of the Hummer, and found a cooler. I opened it quickly, and reached in for a cool bevarage. I tore off the cap, and put it upside down, letting the liquid spill onto the shirt that Joseph had given me. Leaving the trunk open I made my way back to where Jackson was laying and dabbed the soaked material onto his forehead.

"Come on Jackson, don't give up on me," I whispered to him, Joseph wasn't around, but he may have been in the front seat, "Jackson, please, I need you. You're all I have left."

I left the cloth to sit on his forehead, and I stood back. I couldn't watch him, couldn't look at him, just laying there. I waited anxiously, and for him to return, and that's when I heard a small, and quiet groan.

"Jackson?" I questioned, turning around, but all I saw was him still laying there, unresponsive.

"Sorry, he just bruised me up really well," commented Joseph, as he returned, from where ever he had been.

"I see that," I responded. His eye was a light purple, but it wasn't swollen at all.

"I completely forgot to check for a pulse!" he exclaimed, putting two fingers at his neck.

"How do you know all this medical stuff?"  I interrogated him.

"I don't, I just know first aid. I took a class," he replied, "well, he's not dead, bu-"

Joseph was cut off by a groan, and then some grumbling. It wasn't him or me, so it must have been...

"What happened?" said a familiar voice.

I almost burst into tears again, "Jackson!"

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