Switched (Jeremy Shada Fanfic)

~Chapter 13~

yall keep telling me i need to update. i no dis. dont worry. i see each and every comment. just that with the end of the school year in just a month i need to keep my grades up and study hard and this weekend was very busy so sorry.

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GRACELYN'S POV

"Huh." I heard the bed next to me let out a stressful sigh. I looked over at him secretly. His face was contorted in frustration and focused on the tiny TV set up on the other wall. I glanced to the TV and saw the headline.

"Teenage star Jeremy Shada sent to hospital after mirror 'accident'. Or was it an accident?" The reporter was asking. I looked back over to Jeremy. His face was pulled in total disgust and anger.

"Can't these stupid reporters mind their own business and if they are going to get into someone's life, they should at least know the whole story." He grumbled angrily to himself.

"Looks like you're famous." I finally sat up fully so he could see me. He whipped his head to me and smiled in relief.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"How you feeling?" I looked down at the multiple needles and tubes coming from my body.

"Better. You?"

"Better." I nodded.

"So the question is, what happened with Jeremy Shada? We will have more on this story later today." Our attention snapped back to the screen.

"No you won't." He mumbled.

At that exact moment, the door burst open and cameras started flashing everywhere. People were screaming questions and were gathering around Jeremy's bed and mine. I squinted and covered my face with my hands as the paparazzi continued to snap pictures.

"What happened?"

"Was it a suicide attempt?"

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"Where is Olivia?"

"What made you do it?"

"How much blood did you lose?"

"Was it on purpose?"

The paps fired questions at Jeremy and continued taking snapshots of me. Jeremy tried covering himself up and calling for help from the nurses but none of them could here over the loud paparazzi. I knew Jeremy couldn't stand on his own. I knew he couldn't defend himself with how weak he was. I knew he couldn't do anything right now. He was helpless. As the paps continued to ask Jeremy questions, they eventually left my bed and all focused on him. I couldn't see his face anymore but I could hear his weak screams. Slowly, so not to bring any attention to myself, I pulled the needles out of my arms and took off all of the patches. I swung my legs slowly over the edge of the bed. I could hear the nurses trying to get the paps out but they were useless. I gently put one foot on the floor and waited till I felt the strength to stand. I wobbled a little, without all of my blood, but I had to help Jeremy. I made my way through the wave of paparazzi until I stood weakly at Jeremy's bed. He looked up at me screaming over the sound of the paparazzi to get back in my bed and to put the tubes back in but I couldn't hear him clearly. I struggled to keep my eyes open.

I looked around at the room of paps as they took shots of me and Jeremy trying to get me back in bed.

"Hey!" I yelled softly. The paps were too loud to hear me. They began pushing me out of the way to ask Jeremy more questions.