Can you blame me? Scirstie fanfic

I'm in love with you..

Scott's POV
I stand in mine and Mitch's house. Watching the sickening  sight of Jeremy lick Kirstie's blood off of his fingers. Tears burn in my eyes and anger boils my blood.
"What did you do to her?!" I demand angrily, pushing Jeremy up against the wall.
"Well, the bitch escaped before I could kill her..but since she's an ignorant know it all..she's probably dead already, due to her own dumb decisions!" Jeremy hisses, only pissing me off more.
I couldn't help it anymore..I wanted to see Jeremy's head on a stick, and I didn't care if it split my knuckles.
I threw a punch at him..
then another..and another...
Until he passed out.
At this point, my knuckles were split..and bloody. But I didn't care, all I want is Kirstie.
"M-mitch, call 911" i sniffled.
At this point, Mitch is in tears and looks completely traumatized, but just nods in response.

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After the police arrive, they take Jeremy away, shoving him into the back of the police car.
A broad police officer wearing sunglasses-although it isn't sunny out, and had light brown hair, approaches me and asks me several questions about Kirstin or, "the victim."
After the police had cleaned up the crime scene and collected all of the information needed, they left, leaving Mitch and I, alone.
We sat in sheer silence, allowing tears to fall down our cheeks. The silence is broken when Mitch gets a call from an unknown number.
"Hello?"
" This is"
"What?!"
"Okay, we'll be right over!"

"Kirstie's in the ER!" Mitch announces.
"Jesus lord, thank god she's safe." I sigh in relief.
"Scott..we have no idea what kind of damage Jeremy did..there was blood dripping from his fingers!"
I shudder at the traumatizing memory..
"Okay, well we should get going.." I say avoiding the subject, already half way through the front door.

*at the hospital*

Scott's POV
I rush through the front door of the emergency room, and up to the front desk.
"Hello, how may I help you, young man?" A women at the front desk wearing all white with red hair and enormous bags under her eyes greets me with a smile.
"We're here to visit Kirstin Maldonado?" I ask anxiously.
The women speedily types up on her computer.
Her smile soon erases. She looks up at me with a serious look in her eyes, different from two seconds ago, and says, "She's in room 345, 3rd floor."
"Thank you" I muster out a fake smile.
Mitch and I stand in the elevator in silence, watching the numbers pass by; 1, 2, 3...
As soon as the doors open, we rush through the empty corridors, passing by multiple rooms; 340, 341, 342, 343, 344, 345...
A doctor stands beside Kirstie's room.
"Umm, excuse me?" I say clearing my throat, "May we visit her?"
"Yes" the doctor replies in a monotone voice, "However, you should know that Ms.Maldonado has a huge gash at the top of her head, and suffered just minor head trauma," the doctor pauses, "Her wrist was also bent fully backwards, causing her bone to cause a puncher through the skin, however, she just got out of surgery, and has a metal rod supporting her wrist... and finally she was..she was..
"She was what?!" I protest.
"She was stabbed in her upper thigh..pretty deeply." The doctor stops and purses his lips together.
I stand there in complete shock..I promised her that I wouldn't let Jeremy touch her ever again..and look what I let him do to her.
"Luckily, it didn't hit any major arteries, but it did rip at a muscle," the doctor inhaled deeply, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"We managed to put her in surgery and sew her back up, however..she won't be able to walk for a few months, due to the ripping of her muscle." The doctor exclaimed.
"Okay, thank you." I smile softly.
"Please visit her one at a time." The doctor spoke calmly before I proceeded to walk into the room.
There she was, lying fast asleep in her hospital bed. She had a white gauze bandage wrapped around the top of her head, and some more wrapped tightly around her wrist, covering the broken bone and the punctured skin. I also noticed a metal rod, surgically implanted to help support her wrist, as the doctor had mentioned to me.
I slowly make my way to the side of her bed. I know she isn't awake, but I have a lot to get off my chest.
"Hey Kirst, it's Scott," I inhale deeply, "I know you aren't awake, and I know you probably can't hear me..but, I just wanted to let you know that...I'm in love with you and you mean the world to me."
I let a few tears fall from my eyes.
"I'm sorry that this happened to you..it was all my fault."
I let go of the grip I had on her hand and slowly exit the room.

After I had exit, I see Avi, Kevin, and Esther had joined Mitch in the waiting room. They look worried, all grasping each others hands with red and puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"How is she?" Mitch asked anxiously biting his nails.
I sniffle before replying,
"She got beaten up pretty roughly but..." I pause, "She's alive, and that's what's important."
I smile weakly.
Mitch flashes me a small smile back before walking into her room.

Kirstie's POV
A painful sensation rushed through my body. All I can see is inky blackness, blocking my vision. Am I..am I dead?
I soon hear a familiar voice, killing the silence.
"How's my Queen doing?"
Mitch.
I try with all my force to wake myself up.
But it feels like my eyes are glued shut.
Wake up.
After trying for what felt like forever, my eyes began to flutter open to Mitch standing in front of me, wearing a Queen B concert t-shirt.
Mitch's eyes lighten up for what looks like the first time in days.
How long have I been out?
"Hey Mitchie" I shoot him a soft smile.
Mitch ignores my comment and runs out of the room screaming,
"SHE'S AWAKE!!"
Soon, the whole group stampedes into the room, ignoring the one at a time policy.
Scott runs to my side, and kisses me deeply.
As I pull away, I notice his cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes are red and puffy.
"I-I thought you'd never c-come back." He sniffles.
"Well I'm hear now." I smile as I embrace him into a hug.

*skip to a few days later at home*

Kirstie's POV
Scott has been so supportive and caring to let me stay at his and Mitch's place while I recover.
I hop out of bed and manage to sit myself into my wheel chair and roll my way out the door and into the kitchen. Scott stops me in the narrow hallway.
"Where do you think you're going?" Scott asked crossing his arms.
"To go feed Olaf.." I replied, getting annoyed by being babied.
"No, you go back to bed, I'll take care of Olaf..you need rest." He ordered and gave me a light kiss on my forehead.
"Okay.." I sighed.
It's times like this when I wish I could do more for him...

A/N: Yay! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! The last two chapters have been...interesting to write😂 Oh, and the photo above is of the wrist implant that Kirstie got in the chapter, just if you guys confused :)-xoxo,Jay