working with jace {jace norman}

Chapter 25

My body freezes. As in it was some kind of joke played on me. As in he would come around the corner laughing at how good he got me. But he didn't.

"I was just on the phone with the doctor, he said he was gonna be okay.."
Tears build up as i push on my emotions, Roses hand stiffs on my arm, trying to comfort.

"I have in my log that Jace Normans parents were here at 12 yesterday afternoon to release him to the morgue. We offer sessions for morning family members if you would be-"

"No thats not right. This just happened a couple hours ago."

She glances back at her computer; double checking.
"Are you sure"

"W-Yes, yes im sure"

"Hold tight for a just a moment"

She dissapeares from the desk, I watch as she meets the doctor halfway down the long hallway. They talk, then his glance moves to me, nodding, and heading back over with the scrub dressed lady.

"Emily?"

I nod at the doctor.

"Follow me, Jace is this way"

I push out the breath ive been holding in for over an hour.

Rose follows, shaking her head at the mix up.

he brings us further down the hallway, heading to another opened lobby.

"How are you related to Jace?"

"Im, his girlfriend actually- whats going on?"

He shifts his clipboard to his side as he continues to walk along side of me.
"A pick up hit him at a small intersection. Hes lucky to be alive, neverless with minor injuries, however hes lost temporary memory."

"All of it?"

"He'll remember old things. How to eat, and walk. People who have been in his early life. But nothing about recent. "

He stops at the lounge, pointing,
"His parents are over there"

I meet their eyes. His dads full of worry and his mom full of used tears.

I hug his mom, crying at the fact that it was because of me.

"Im so sorry"

"Things like this happen" His dad sorrowfully shrugs.

"He wouldn't have even been in that situation if i hadnt told him to come"

"Hes going to be okay" His mom smiles lightly,
"Dont be too hard on yourself"

"When does his memory come back?"

"Could be weeks, could be months.. No one really knows"

"Can we see him?"

"We've both been in there. They only want one person at a time, so he doesnt get overwhelmed... You can go"

"Thanks"

I turn to Rose who nods,
"Go"

"You can go home" I wipe off tears from my cheeks,
"Take my car and crash there tonight."

"Ill see you later" She nods.

Im guided to his room shortly after, left alone to have some time with him.

I open his door, putting on a fake smile to his droopy face.

"Hi Jace"

"Who are you?"

My heart sinks.

"Im Emily"

"Do I know you?"

I sit down on a chair, pulling it closer to his hospital bed.
"Im your girlfriend"

"I have a girlfriend?"

I nod, smiling lightly at his wide expression,
"Yeah"

"Woah you're like, out of my league"

"You must have forgotten what you look like too huh?"

He shakes his head, eyes still dead set onto me.

His eyes eventually travel down, grinning at my lack of normal clothing

"I like your monkey shorts"

"I didnt have time to change"

"What do you mean?"

"I came here as quick as i could"

"What time is it?"

"Almost five"

"Well thanks, I guess"

"God I just really fricken love you"

"Im sorry I- I dont know who you are"

"Sorry, I didnt mean to.. freak you out I just-"

"No its okay"

I cry again, feeling the tears sink into my skin as I wrap my arms around him.

He flinches, lightly wrapping his arms around a stranger.

"I want to remember you, im sorry" He mummbles

"Im just glad youre okay"

"Why am I here?"

"...You were in an accident"

"Accident?" His eyebrows frow as I sit back down.

"A car accident"

"Where was I going?"

"My house"

"What were we going to do?"

"I called you because i was being dramatic" I laugh lightly, frustrated at the fact of it being my fault.

"Have we?" He stumbles on his words.

I continue to smile, knowing what he was trying to get at.

"Have we had sex?.."

I nod lightly as he looks down, his cheeks turning a different color, something I hadnt ever seen before.

"How long do I have to stay here?"

"Until the doctors make sure you're okay enough to come home"

"Do you live with me?"

"No"

"Oh... You dont have to stay"

"I want to," I rest my hands on the sheets of his bed,
"If you don't mind"

"I dont"

"Okay"

He smiles lightly, laying his head back on the pillow to shut his tired eyes.

I shift myself in the chair in attempt to get comfortable, but my eyes don't close in the fear of him not ever waking up again. Knowing that itd be my fault.

Knowing that his memory of me, and the things we've done dont click in his mind anymore scared me. It scared me to think that his mind set was different. Scared and confused. Knowing that he could be too scared to want a relationship with someone he didnt know.

I wanted his memory back.

He was going to get it back.