Part 25

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I met Andrea Russett. okay sorry bye (:

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( jen's pov )

Let me just say the process has been exhausting for Shawn

I'm happy that he has volunteered to help me out

He helps mom make breakfast, lunch, and dinner

He serves me food

He carries me up and down the stairs whenever Gage is not available

He always is asking me if I need anything or if I'm uncomfortable

He helps me dress up and dress down

But most importantly he said he cares for me

Although I do wish Matt was here, Shawn being here is perfect

I do always think Shawn is here because Matt sent him or told him so

It's been four days

It's Thursday

And I'm still trapped here

In my room with Shawn

And to be honest I've been having a bad headache for quite a while

In the other side, Gage is not as mad with me as I thought he would be

He basically got to chose another car from the cad dealer because he had insurance

Gage did not really thank me for that but he also wanted a new car too

So I kinda helped him out there too

But then ..

It begins

It's morning time

Here comes the process of waiting till' Shawn wakes up and carrying me down the stairs

Just to tell you guys, Shawn is pretty cute when he sleeps

He was supposed to sleep in the living room or in Gage's room but he sometimes sleeps with me, due to the fact I have been bleeding blood the last two days on my chest stitches

He always puts bandages around me and then sings a song of his

The first time he sang; Life of The Party

And the second time he sang; Never Be Alone

He is actually pretty good

His breathing in my face today is light

I know he's tired but this day it seems even worse

I place my hand over his cheek and make circles with my thumb

He then pulled me closer and hugged me

" Shawn are you okay? " I whisper

no answer.

And suddenly I drift to sleep again

..

I wake up and check the clock

It's 1pm

And Shawn, he's still sleeping

I need to go to the bathroom and mom is going to be home from work in the next hour

And I can't hold for an hour

I sit on my bed

Yes of course my stitches sting but there's nothing to do about it

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