Post Traumatic

Chapter one

I know that I have other stories left undone and I apologize but I cannot concentrate on them when this won't go away so I am posting what I have so far. So that maybe I can finish my others (fingers crossed)

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Jasmine's pov 

Blake has been home for two days and he seems so different from the big brother that I remember. He was an annoying jokester when he left. Not once in the two days that he has been back has he smiled or laughed or even played a prank on me! What happened over there to make him so not him?

Since he was 15 years old he has complained about not being able to sleep under a homemade quilt. All of them that great-grandmother had made had been for normal sized people, not giants like Blake. So to try and lift his spirits a little I thought I would take all of his old army clothing that was ripped, torn, or stained beyond wearing and make him a homemade quilt.

My friend Miranda is going to help me. She said its the least she can do for a brave solider coming back home. She is such an oddly wonderful person. She is very earthy. Not once have I ever saw the girl with anything but a huge ear to ear smile on her face. She is the most upbeat person I have ever met. Even when things are sad or go wrong she tries to find that silver lining. Today, Blake is going out with some guys from his unit to have a few beer and hang out so Miranda and I are going to get started on his surprise quilt.

We were both looking through my brothers stuff searching for clothes that we could use in the quilt. 

"Jazzy, I feel kind of wrong to be snooping through a mans belongings like this," Miranda said with a grin.

"It's fine, he is going to be so happy when he gets the quilt that he won't care that we were going through his stuff," I tell her laughing. "Hey, you keep looking in here I am going down to the basement to see if there's anything in the dirty laundry that we can use," I said as I left her there in Blake's room.

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Miranda's pov 

I feel so super James Bond girl going through all of a stranger's stuff. As I was sifting through another drawer of clothing I pulled out a huge Bowie knife. I heard footsteps come into the room and as I stood and turned to show Jazzy what I found my throat was clamped down on as I was slammed against the wall. I literally saw stars as the sense was knocked out of me. I couldn't breathe! I began clawing at the hand that was closed around my throat cutting off my air supply. Looking up quite a ways I was shocked at the dead look in the lightest pair of green eyes I had ever saw. Still clawing, I started feeling dizzy and weak from lack of oxygen.

"Blake! Drop her she's with me!" I heard Jasmine scream. Instantly I was freed and my body slipped to the floor with me gasping for air. I still felt that I might pass out.

"What the hell is going on!" Blake yelled back still standing very intimidatingly over me.

Jazzy was at my side asking me if I was okay but I couldn't speak I couldn't breathe without it hurting so I knew I couldn't talk.

"We have to get her to the hospital Blake," Jazzy cries out. Blake neared me and I curled up in a ball with my hands out to protect myself from any further damage. Two arms pulled me from the floor as I silently sobbed.

After Blake sat me in the car I calmed down some. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me any further and it must've been a misunderstanding. He kept looking at me in the rear view mirror with an intensity that frightened me.

Jazzy and I were back in the emergency room as the doctor checked me out and looked over my chart. 

"Well, that's one hell of a misunderstanding you have there and I am bound by ethics to document it just in case something was to happen to you. Do not attempt to speak for two days. The best way I can explain what is going on is that you have bruised your larynx, although to be honest it was nearly crushed with the amount of force that was used. Follow the instructions on the care sheet and go to you regular physician in three to five days," the doctor said before he left the room.

"I am so sorry Miranda, this is all my fault. Blake has some issues as I told you before. The PTSD makes him freak out and he seems to forget that his life is not in danger 24 hours a day now that he is back home," she rambled on. I held up my hand to stop her and just hugged her letting her know that I don't blame her. We left the examination room as she was going on about taking me to the grocery to buy me all the stuff I need to care for my throat. I silently listened as I shook my head. As we entered the waiting area I saw Blake again but he had his head in his hands.

"Blake," Jasmine said to get his attention. As he looked up and saw me he jumped to his feet. 

"Hell, I'm sorry for what happened. I thought you were an intruder or something. What can I do to make this up to you?" he asked. Not being able to speak I just shrugged nonchalantly to try to convey that he didn't need to do anything.

"For starters you are going to help me take care of her until she is back to brand new," Jasmine said in a no nonsense kind of tone. My eyes widened at how she was speaking to this giant of a man. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that he nodded.

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I dont know what will become of this but what do you think?