Happily ever after? (Complete)

Jacob's POV

I couldn't stop myself from glancing at my wind mirror at the people standing outside the ED. Connie looked like she was on the verge of tears, I'd never seen her look so broken.
Blood continued to run down my left cheek, So I took one hand off of the wheel and searched my car for anything that would stop the bleed.
I turned out of the hospital and down Holby hill.
BEEP!! A car had turned down the wrong side of the lane and I just enough time to grab the wheel with two hands and swerve out of the  way. Danm! If I'd crashed, then that really would've been the worst week of my life.
There was literally nothing in my car to wipe my cheek with, so I just used the back of my hand every 10 seconds.
I safely managed to pull into my drive 15 minutes later. I opened the door and walked straight to the bathroom. Everywhere I looked there was dried blood all over my body, so I took a shower. The hot water stung my head and lip, but nevertheless I washed the wounds well and stepped out of the shower soon after.
After drying myself and changing into some grey joggers and a hoodie I decided to see if my head needed stitches. Fingers crossed that they didn't, they always looked so painful when I did it for people.
I looked in the mirror at my beaten face, I can't believe I didn't see that hook coming. Thinking about it makes me even more angry. The wound on my head isn't too deep so I grab some steri-strips from the medicine cupboard above me. With a shaky hand I put two on my head. My head starts to throb and I feel a headache coming on. I walk down the stairs with a glass of water and two paracetamols.
When I reach my lounge I let myself fall back on the sofa, without looking at my phone that's sitting on the table next to me.
After downing the glass of water and two tablets, I pick the phone up to silence it. That's when I find 80 missed calls and messages. "Jesus" I say aloud to myself opening a voicemail from Connie.
"Jacob, please just call me. I need to know that you made it home ok. If you don't answer one of these calls then I'm gonna have to come round and see for myself that your still fucking conscious!" She sounded like she'd been crying and I actually feel really  guilty  for treating her the way I did when all she was doing was trying to help me.
The paracetamol kick in and I decide to call for a pizza. My phone still keeps flashing from all of the calls I am receiving, but I don't pick it up because I actually really want her to come round. I hate to say it, but whatever I do I just can't stop loving that woman. My thoughts were interrupted by a bang on the door.
Thinking it was the Dominoes guy I got up to answer it. An angry Connie was stood at my doorstep with dried tears running down her cheeks.
"Jacob why on earth would you put me through that. All you had to do was send me a small text. How was I supposed to know that you hadn't fallen unconscious driving home!" I cut off her worried rambling.
"Well, now that you've found out I'm fine you can go back to being ice queen of the century" I say without looking at her, because it hurts too much to see her in that state.
"Do you really think that's true? What you said back at the hospital, that I only care about you when you're hurt or in danger?" I still can't look at her so I focus on the green bush next to my car. "Well if it is then you couldn't be more wrong. There's not a second of a day where I'm not thinking about you, because I love you Jacob and seeing you hurt makes me feel horrible. Like I just want to hug you close and make all of the pain go away, but i know that I can't, because I remember that we still can't be together. So, the reason that I was being blunt with you today was because I can't see you when I know i can't be with you because it only breaks me even more." I turned my head to look at Connie, she looked so innocent standing on my doorstep with fresh tears springing at her eyes.
"I'm sorry but I can't do this right now Con. I just need some time to think. Thanks for coming, I just can't think straight right now." I was scared that if I look into her eyes I'd start crying myself so I didn't.
"Will you be at work tomorrow?" She asked.
"I don't know." I was trying to play hard to get even though i knew I'd be coming in tomorrow and i knew that I still loved her. "I'm sorry." I said as I closed the front door and left a beautiful woman on my doorstep.