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Gianna's pov

"Wake up baby, we're going home." I slowly open my eyes. I smile.

"I missed your smile." He said and kissed my head. "You're so cheesy Johnson." He laughed. He helped me out of bed. I winced as pain shot through my dislocated shoulder. I wrapped my useful arm around his neck and he carefully wrapped an arm around my waist. I walked outside and smiled seeing Ang and Shawn. Ang was on Shawns back and looking at me, while Shawn was looking at Ang with so much love. I bet she doesn't even realize it.

We all piled into Jacks car and we drove home. Ang and Shawn went to there house while me and jack went home. I walked into our room and laid on the bed. I sighed contently. Jack came and laid next to me, careful not to hurt me. "I'm gonna find who did this. I swear when I do they are gonna wish they were fu-"

"Baby, it's ok. I'm just happy I'm here with you. Ok?" I cut him off and gripped his hand. He smiled and nodded reluctantly. I snuggled up next to him.

"Jack?"

"Yes baby girl?"

"Can you take a day from the studio? I-I'm scared." I admitted reluctantly.

"Of course baby girl. I don't say this enough, but I love you so much Gianna."

"I love you too Jack." I went to kiss him but he moved and I hit his nose. I laughed.

"You missed." He said smirking. "Yeah yeah."

A/N I didn't feel like writing this part, but Gianna made a recovery and this is about two months later.

Still Gianna's pov

"Shawn Peter Raul Mendes put me down right now!" Ang shrieked as Shawn ran around the front with her over his shoulder. Johnson was outside laughing his ass of and I was getting ready to head outside to join them.
"GUYS GUYS GUYS WE CAN ACTUALLY HAVE FUN NOW BECAUSE I AM HERE!" I screamed.

Shawn continued to run around and Johnson was now staring at me.

"Oh g could you be a dear and HELP ME BITCH!" Ang screamed.

"Nah I'm good!" I called back. She flipped me off playfully as Johnson began to laugh again. I heard my phone ring. "I will be right back guys." I went to answer my phone and I noticed it was the same number that called me about Jack being in the hospital. "Hello who is this?" I asked.

No response

"Answer me damn it!"

I hung up. Then I received a text.

"Thought I killed you off. Jack is mine. And when you're dead he will fall in love with me."

Holy shit.

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