Secrets- Elmax Ghostface AU

Chapter 15.

"She has had a CT. Her brain isn't swelling Jan-"

"Didn't you think it would be a good idea to tell-!"

Hopper stands up, "No I didn't. If you had known, you would have been more worried about her-"

"I was even more worried not knowing if she was dead or alive!"

"You've only been awake three days, I needed you to recover more before I told you anything. You would be constantly focusing on her more than your recovery. You cannot be moving around, you have three bullet wounds on your body that are still healing."

"But-"

Hopper shakes his head, "No, Not goddamn buts. I know you care about her more than you do herself, I know it is the same way for her, she wouldn't have jumped in front of a bullet," He sits back down and scratches his beard. "Jesus. Jane, her parents don't even care, they come when she gets unstable then leave, the only things she's got in there are flowers I got for her."

I swallow and lean back against the headboard of my hospital bed, He's right, her parents care more about going on dates than planning Billy's funeral or giving her anything that would make her feel at least a little bit at home when she wakes up.

If she wakes up.

"How long do they think till she wakes up?"

Hopper walks over to the counter grabs the open bag of Three Musketeers and rips one open, "They want to wait until she consecutively stable for a week to make sure she won't crash again while she is awake and traumatize her," He takes a bite out of the candy bar and points at me, "Or you, I don't wanna find you over her dying body again."

Ouch.

"Alright, kid. It's late, let's get you to bed," He throws his trash away and walks over to me, he fluffs my pillow and scoots me back before lifting my legs onto the bed, my injured one on a pillow, and he sets my arm on another pillow. He leans my crutch against the heart rate monitor and drapes a blanket over me. "Sleep tight kid," He walks over to his visitor bed and lays down, letting out a huff before his breathing evens out.

3 DAYS LATER

Crazy how much you can heal in 10 days. My leg isn't at a very high risk for infection anymore and I have the slightest more mobility in my shoulder, It is still not usable since my bullet wounds are still in the process of healing and they're open wounds.

My arm probably wasn't the best place to shoot. I'll have to regain all my strength all over again.

But. On a much better note. From what I've heard listening to every code blue this hospital has, Max hasn't crashed since the day I found out she was still alive, 3 days ago.

If she doesn't crash again inside of the next five days, they'll take her out of the coma and monitor her while she's awake making sure her body can handle it.

Her injury is expected by doctors to not affect her mobility in her limbs, the bullet hit her organs. She was rushed to surgery and has been in a coma since. Since when you are sitting in a bed all day long you are bored out of your mind, eavesdropping is very entertaining.

Tomorrow, they'll take her off the machine breathe for her, and see if she can handle it. If she does, they continue the original plan, wake her up in five days. But if she starts to fail, they'll have to wait longer and make sure she won't crash.

I've never prayed so much in my life.

"Ms. Hopper?" My nurse snaps me out of my trance, snapping my head towards her.

"Yes?"

"You're clenching your hand..." She looks at me, "Can you lift your arm?" She gently grabs my arm and lifts it slowly, unlike usual, no pain shot up my arm, only slight discomfort. "Ms. Hopper, hold your arm up for me please."

The nurse lets go of my arm, then gently lowers her hand, letting me hold my arm up.

A shock of pain shot up my arm, but it wasn't as intense as usual. Sensing my discomfort, the nurse grabs my arm and gently sets it back down.

She smiles, letting out a breathy sigh, "You're holding it up, that's...that's really good, Jane," She walks around and checks my IV, "At this rate...you could have mobility by the end of the year,"

"Thank you, Cathie."

She pats my back gently and walks out of the room, leaving the door open 3 inches, as requested by my dad.

5 days.

Tomorrow decides if that's the future.

THE NEXT DAY

"I don't understand why I can't be in there! This is something that could be more important to me than graduation!"

"Jane I don't want to hear it. I told you, I don't want you to see her crash, I found you-" He sighs. "I told you, I understand how important you two are to each other. I will be in the room, if she doesn't crash, I will come get you when I'm allowed. Okay?" He scratches his beard. "I promise."

I swallow, glancing around the room before my gaze lands back on him, "Can you have my wheelchair ready?"

He smiles slightly, "Yeah, kid. I'll get one in here." He ruffles my hair, smoothing it back out when I glare at him.

Cathie pushes a wheelchair next to my bed, "Already prepared, Ms. Hopper."

Cathie is the only person on the hospital staff I enjoy being around and talking to.

After yesterday when she saw how strong my arm was already, she had been in my room most of her shift today, talking and supporting me.

I may not need the support, but she's a good person.

She turns and looks at my dad before speaking, "I'll look after her, They're already in the room," She smiles at him as he walks out next door, opening my chart and glancing over it, "Is the pain okay today? I don't need to give you any morphine right?"

I shake my head, "I haven't been moving it too much, no need to."

She nods, seeing me keep glancing at the door, she shuts my chart and goes to my IV, "She has been completely stable for 4 days, no spikes, no drops, no abnormality in her vitals," Cathie smiles softly, "There is no reason for her to crash."

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My early birthday present to myself