Complication

Chapter Seventeen

Justin's POV:

My head snaps up at the doctors words.

"She's underweight. Only 97 pounds. On average a person her height should at least weigh 115 lbs. Have you noticed any different eating habits lately?" The doctor asks.

"No, I've been at work everyday at five. But usually she leaves before me to go to her job. The only times I see her are at night when I come home. Usually she eats the second she walks in the door." Gina's mom says as the doctor scribbles something in the charts in the folder.

My stomach drops, "I think I do."

They both turn to me. "She usually eats anything that's in front of her. But the other day I made her an egg sandwich and she only took two bites out of it before suddenly rushing out."

I watch the doctor nod his head and scribble more into the chart. "And after that she would always make up excuses to leave or suddenly be tired." I see it playing out I my mind. I was too stupid to notice it was a problem.

"Fatigue usually occurs with the lack of food."

"I know. I just should've linked the two together."

"Well... We'll ask her when she wakes up." He walks out and her mom follows, probably to ask him more questions.

I take two steps closer to her. She only needed two stitches. But, just like last time, I panic just looking at her in a hospital bed. Her forehead bruised around the stitches, cuts and scrapes covered her arms. Her eyes a dark grey from exhaustion. What did I do? I did this to her.

I back away in a hurry and jog down the hall and pass her mom, "Justin, wait?"

I keep walking.

"Justin, she's going to be okay. I don't understand why your freaking out."

"She broke up with me." I turn around to her. "I started a fight with Lucas and she broke up with me. That's why she's here. If I wasn't being a selfish dick, then she would be cooling out Casper right now." Tears threaten in my eyes, "It's my fault. It's all my fault."

"Come here" She opens her arms and I cry into her shoulder. I haven't cried in front of anybody except Gina. But I don't care right now. It's my fault of why she's in here. It's my fault that she broke up with me. Everything is my fault, everything.

"Listen to me. It's not your fault." I hear her comfort but I tooned her out after that. I didn't want to hear it.

I was already crying like an eight year old boy with his mother. I don't need her to comfort me like one.

I pull myself together, "I have to go."

"Justin. She would want you to stay."

"No she wouldn't."

"Then keep my company until she's awake. Then you can do what ever you want."

I decide to stay. It's the most I could do for her. After all it must suck to be on a waiting room alone.

We sit down and wait.

After a while she breaks the silence, "why don't you tell me what happened." She asks softly. "The whole story."

I give her the quick run down. I don't want to get into detail, but when I finish she nods her head, "okay, but I know that wasn't the whole story. Why did you attack Lucas?"

"I don't know" I refuse to look in her direction so I stare at the floor.

"I know you know. You can tell me."