You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

She's back again

(Lee's point of view)

I felt a cold hand place over my hand. I just hope it's James and not my pedophile nurse.

I slowly open my eyes, and look over at who's holding my hand.

"James, what happened to me?" I ask as the memory quickly washes over me. 

"With that face, it seems the memory quickly came back, eh?" His voice was soft. 

He's concerned about me. 

I smile at that thought. "What'd the doc say?" I asked as I grip his hand tighter, and closer to me.

"That you'll be out in a few days."

"Anything else?" I wanted to know my health conditions.

"The knife was too far to the left to actually stab your heart. And for some reason, when you got stabbed, she stabbed you with the knife sideways, enough to slide between your rib cage bones."

"Why? Why would she spare my life? Did she just find joy in stabbing, but didn't want me actually dead?" The amount of questions I have is far more than the one I asked.

"I don't know..."

The curtains flew open, and there stood my mom.

"Who the fuck let her even in the building?" James and I asked in unison.

"I'm here to apologize," she spoke as she got closer to me.

"Isn't she supposed to be in jail?" I ask James. 

"Yeah, I don't know why she's here." 

"I'm not gonna except your apology," I spoke louder, loud enough for her to hear.

"I didn't mean to nearly kill you..."

I look at her hands, the blood from me is still on her hands. That's when I see a pocket knife, covered in blood. Panic sets in.

"They didn't let me in, so I had to kill them," she spoke, breaking the silence.

I saw her grip on the knife grow tighter. If I could, I would run away, or even defend myself.

"James, why are you still here?" I whisper in his year.

"I love you," he spoke as he stood up.

My mom made a lunging motion towards me.

James jumped in the way, him getting stabbed. Just to save my life. 

I saw him moving though, so he's not dead. He grabbed my mom, with the amount of strength he had left, and slammed her onto the ground.

He kicked him to the outside of my room, and limped over to me.

"I'm gonna die, this stab spared me enough to get your mom killed, but I'm not gonna last long,$ he broke.

"No!!!" The tears were running down my face, I grabbed his hand. "I want you to be here with me"

"I'm so sorry," he said before he fell down into the ground, probably dead.

"Noooooo!!!!" I screamed. 

"What happened?" A doctor rushed in. A doctor that wasn't killed. 

He grabbed James, and quickly brought him to another room.

I played there, tears rolling down my face. I curled up into a ball, the best I could, and thought about how the kove if my life risked his life to save mine. 

The doctor rushed in again. "His life may be spared. The tests ran back, and he has sign of life."