The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Seventeen

So I wrote this really fast because I felt bad for not updating. So I'm really sorry if it sucks! And it's also not edited... I'll try to make the next one better!

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The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 17

~Jason~

I saw red.

Without thinking, I threw my fist into Hunter's face, momentarily causing him to be distracted.

When he zeroed in on me, he slashed at my chest with the knife he was still holding. I jumped back, narrowly missing the weapon. Sending another strike my way, I ducked and sent a kick into his stomach. He groaned, but it didn't faze him much.

"Long time, no see, McCann," he smirked.

"Not long enough," I spat out, sparing a glance at Channing. She was curled up in a ball clutching her stomach. She was bleeding hard, and it was starting to seep onto the carpet.

I had to finish this fast.

"I had to admit," Hunter continued. "I wasn't expecting to see Channing open your door. But just as well. I can take care of both of you tonight. She always was a pain in my ass. It's funny how she went from me to you."

I growled. When he came at me again, I avoided the knife and successfully turned to kick my foot up into his hand sending the knife flying and out of reach. I then sent punch after punch and kick after kick at him. Hunter fought back. I received a few good hits to the face as well as my ribs and arms. But after a few minutes, I had him pinned down to the ground, my hands around his neck.

His eyes were wide as he realized he lost.

"Wait, please-"

He didn't get to finish because I grasped his head and snapped his neck as if it were a twig.

As soon as I heard his breathing stop, I ran over to Channing. She was crying and whimpering in pain, eyes clamped shut. Her hands were bloody from covering the stab wound on her stomach. Very carefully, I put my hands over hers and lifted them up so I could see the wound.

It was bad.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry Channing," I muttered. Scooping her into my arms, I ran out the door of my apartment. Nearly sprinting down the stairs, I felt around until I found Channing's keys in her pocket. I took them out as I rushed to her car.

Laying her in the back seat, I quickly closed her door and opened the drivers side. As soon as I was seated I turned the car on and threw it into drive.

The nearest hospital was ten minutes away, but with the way I was driving, I got there in four.

I pulled into the emergency center and threw the car into park. Running around to the other side, I carefully but quickly got Channing out.

There was blood everywhere now. Her shirt was soaked, her pants were getting stained, and it was getting on me as well. The back of the car was going to need a thorough washing because there was blood all over the seats.

"I need a doctor!" I yelled as I burst through the hospital doors.

I got a few weird looks from nurses at first, but as soon as they saw all the blood, their eyes grew wide, and they rushed around to get things together.

The next few minutes were a blur. A gurney was rolled out and Channing was taken from me. I ran along with the doctors and nurses as they rolled her down the hallways of the hospital, but was stopped when we came to double doors.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go any farther," a nurse said, putting her hand on my chest to prevent me from going with Channing into the next room.

"That's my girlfriend!" I yelled. "She was stabbed! I need to be with her!"

"I sorry, but you're going to have to wait," the nurse said. "She's going into surgery. We'll come get you when she's stable."

Without another word, she disappeared behind the double doors, and I was left to return myself to the waiting area.

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It was hours before someone came to get me. I had been pacing the whole time, not being able to sit still while my girlfriend was in surgery.

I couldn't help but think that this was all my fault. If she had never gotten involved with me, then none of this would have ever happened.

I slammed my fist into the nearest thing, which just so happened to be a chair, so it didn't hurt too bad.

"Excuse me sir?" a voice said behind me. I turned around to find the nurse who stopped me earlier from following Channing into the surgery room.

"Is she okay? Did she make it?" I asked in a rush.

"The wound was pretty deep. It didn't hit anything vital, which is the best news. The bad news is that she lost a lot of blood. She was unconscious when you brought her in, and she never woke up after that. She's stable, but she's still out. She's in recovery right now."

"But she's alright?"

"Yes, she'll be fine. Give her a few weeks to heal, and she'll be as good as new."

"When can I see her?"

"She's being moved to her own room right now, so whenever you like. She'll have to stay here for a few days, though."

"Which room?" I asked, starting to walk towards the rooms the hospital patients stay in.

"Follow me."

It was a few minutes before we came to a halt. The whole way I was on the verge of freaking out.

"You can go in," the nurse said, motioning to a closed door.

"Thanks," I muttered.

Opening the door quietly, I peeked in first. Channing was laying in the bed, knocked out.

Closing the door behind me, I walked over to her. She was pale, probably from lack of blood. Her hair stuck to the sweat that was present on her forehead. Wires and tubes stuck out of her, making my heart sink like a rock.

"I'm so sorry, Channing," I whispered. Pulling up a chair, I softly took her lifeless hand into mine and rubbed small circles on the back of her hand.

I had never seen her so still or so quiet. I didn't like it at all.

"This is all my fault," I said quietly, slumping so my head fell on the bed next to her. "I promise, when you wake up, I'm never going to leave your side. I'm going to protect you if it's the last thing I do."