Impossible

Ch. 7

JASON'S POV:

I rushed to the beaten girl's side, and kneel down.

Her face was so much more damaged up close. Her cheeks and eyes more swollen and a purplish blue, and she has gashes from a ring, I presume, scattered among her forehead. She also had one deep cut sliced through the middle of her lip.

Her short breaths were getting tighter and quicker, and I knew she needed help. Soon.

"HELP!!"

I screamed out, my heart besting out of my chest, as panic started to take over. I scanned the lot for any sign of cars, but they had all left.

You were last one out of the locker room, dumbass.

My mind reminded me. By now I was in full panic and still screaming for someone to help. I heard a short breath, before silence.

My heart stopped, and I turned around slowly.

Her chest had stopped moving, and her tight breaths were no longer to be heard.

I kneeled down and held my hand over her heart.

It's still beating, thank god.

Now I knew she needed help, and I could only think of one thing. I easily slid her body into my arms, and leaned her head back. I quickly grabbed the back of her head, and opened her mouth. I took a deep breath, and connected our lips. I puffed air into her, forcing her lungs to expand.

I can't say I felt anything with her because she's passed out, and that'd be like making out with a dead person, but even though she was unconscious, It felt good to be able to have her lips on mine. Great, now I sound fucking gay. I'm not gay though, I'm obviously straight because I mean here she is in my arms and not breathing and- I shook my thoughts and ran with her cradled bridal style in  my arms.

I gently laid her in my backseat, and hopped into the driver's seat and sped to the hospital.

I kept checking in the back of my mirror, and I noticed her timid breathing was back. I breathed out a sigh of relief, and grasped onto her hand as we turned a tight corner to the hospital. I parked quickly and grabbed her frail body and ran inside, only to be greeted by nurses that placed her on a gurney and rolled her away. My panic delinquished and I relaxed and followed one of the nurses to her room.

I took a seat outside of her room.

Now it's the waiting game.

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MICA'S POV:

OW.

My eyes immediately opened once the bright light was shining through them. I blinked rapidly, trying to remember where I was. The walls were a bright white, with a dark blue tiled floor. I layed in a.... hospital bed? What?

I moved my arms to the side, and tried to sit up, only to yelp in pain.

What the hell?

I lifted my arms and let my eyes scan over them.

shit.

They were covered in purple-green bruises, speckled over both my arms and shoulders. My stomach ached, so I lifted up my gown and examined the huge purple-blue mark covering it. And when I say covering it, I mean it. My entire stomach was this terrifying shade, and I lightly brushed my fingers over it, only to wince and put them back down.

I noticed a few unoccupied chairs laid by my bed, and a small table with a pitcher of water was in my arm's length. I reached to get a pitcher and cup of water, when my door creaked open. I froze and looked up, only to meet a familiar pair of brown eyes. My mind and eyes connected,and I nearly shouted,