~Harry~
Jayden lays in the hospital bed next to me. Her hair is up in a messy bun, her face pale and sweaty, her eyes red and glassy.
She doesn't look good at all.
"Are you feeling okay?" I ask her as I take her hand.
"I have a headache." She whispers.
"Does it hurt really bad?" I ask her and she slowly nods.
She starts to stare out into space before she starts to cry.
"Jayden, what's wrong love?" I ask a little alarmed.
"I need to get up." she starts to kick back her covers and I get up.
"No Jayden you need to rest." I tell her and she lays back before gripping her head.
"My head! My head!" She wails.
"I need a nurse!" I yell. "Nurse!"
She starts gasping for air before she goes silent, her whole body tensing. Her eyes roll back and she makes a choking noise.
She's having a seizure.
"NURSE. SOMEONE HELP HER." I shout and the door swings open.
Nurses rush in as I roll her to her side. She gasps for air as she grips onto my arm.
The nurses Rush around her as she cranes her neck.
"Jayden just, breathe. You need to breathe my darling." I tell her and she doesn't look up at me.
It's like she can't hear me.
"She can't hear me! Someone help her." I cry.
"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave." A nurse yells at me and they shove me out of the room.
They slam the door shut behind me and I stand there before turning and staring at the door.
My phone rings in my pocket and I pull it out before rejecting whosever call it was.
I go to my messages and start a group message before sending the following message to everyone.
'Jayden is in the hospital, she had Katrina but now she's having seizures, please whoever can,come quickly.'
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L.A girls (H.S)
FanfictionHe thought girls of L.A were self-centered, over confident, brats. Until he met her. She thought boys of L.A we're the cocky, rude, guys that only thought about sex. Until she met him.
