JAH SAYS

28: sorry...💜

After we had been driving now for close to an hour, I turn my head to Jah and his, slightly better-looking fists as he grips onto the steering wheel. His eyes squint as he struggles to peer through the windscreen that is even more tinted than our previous ride.

"Jah?" I call, finally building up the courage to voice my concerns.

Is he mad?

My eyes trail down for the thousandth time to the dry spot of blood in his top that I pray by some miracle has truly stopped growing. Jah hadn't held his hand there for about thirty minutes now, so maybe I shouldn't worry too much...

"Uh- Yeah? What is it?" He asks, clearly coming back as if he had still been on the battle field or something, engaging the enemy.

"I can drive." I say.

It's silent.

"Oh, that's good to hear, babe-" He trails off, surprising me.

"Oh, well, thanks... But I meant don't you want to take a break?! I mean, Jah, you're shot-"

"Yeah. A break sounds nice." He cut my cry short.

"And I told you to stop freaking out about that. I'm good. I'll be...fine." He speaks, scolding me as he had now since we've been driving each time I'd ask if we shouldn't stop at a hospital.

Since he cannot be seen by any human civilization, I had come up with the perfect plan of secretly hiring a single doctor who can patch him up all while he wears his mask, of course. The doctor would have to keep what they see of Jah a secret.

"Okay, then will you let me drive...? Please?" I ask.

"Oh, right." He agrees a little too easily for me, giving me relief as he pulls over.

"Thanks, just for a little while, okay?" I say, planning to be rid of any stubbornness he may have hidden away somewhere.

We swap and I get out of the car while he slides over, groaning while he does and holding onto his stomach too as I try and help as best I can.

"Okay, okay. I'm good, get in, already." Jah says, gently swatting my hands away from him as I close the door, hurrying over to the driver seat.

I get in and hesitantly place my seatbelt on, looking at Jah with concern as he does the same thing.

"Go." He says and I start the car, pulling it back onto the road.

We drive in silence whereas I occasionally give him a glance or two, to make sure that he's okay.

Now that I'm driving, I think getting to a hospital is the best plan of action before we spend another hour on the road.

"And no funny ideas of getting to no hospital. Just keep going straight." Jah commands, totally reading my mind, yet again.

I grunt, turning to him, ready to argue my point but say nothing instead. Jah lays back on the reclined seat with his eyes closed. His tense body lets me know just how tired he was and that he isn't even aware that he had just fallen asleep. Keeping my eyes focused on the road, I attempt to take my jacket off before pulling over by the side of the road to get it done. I then throw it over him, covering his hands the most due to how small it is.