This is life.

18 ➤ Home is where the 'heart' is

I sat up in a sitting postition on the bed, holding my hands into fists as I threw hits at Jason angrily over and over again. He held up an arm so his most critical area(his face) was in no danger. I didn't pay attention to where I was hitting, I just knew I wanted to hit him. "You asshole!" I yelled. I ignored the stinging pain of my muscles all over my body with each swing of my arms, I want to hurt him more than I'm hurting myself right now so I don't care.

"Why didn't you tell me!? Infact why the fuck didn't the Doctor tell me!?" I screamed as I continued to hit him. Everything that seemed stranger before clicked. There is too much to take in. I have so many questions but right now I can't see anything past my anger. "We wanted to," he said in a straining voice while he tried to block my hits. "But Doctor Harris told me to," Grunt, "Wait for the right time!" He said as he pushed me off him I sat back down in my bed and crossed my arms as I sighed angrily. "What's the date?" I demanded. He didn't reply and it angered me further. I grit my teeth.

"What's the date?" I repeat firmly.

"December 2nd."

My mouth hung open.

5 months? 5 months? 5 whole months? I've lost five months of my life. And who knows how much I cost Jason with the life support and everything, I don't have insurance, I'm sure I was more than expensive. Although I didn't ask him to keep me...alive. Wow that's a statement I never thought I'd say. "Sorry I flipped out. And you know, hitting you and everything....and swearing." I mummbled. "It's alright, I probably would too if I found out I had been sleeping for the past five months." Jason said as he patted himself down. I sighed heavily and Jason moved close to me and moved loose strands of my hair out of my face. He moved so close that our lips were only inches away from touching and I wanted desperately to lean in and kiss him but my mind stopped me from doing so.

We just starred at each other and it was silent, as if we were trying to read each other's minds, but I couldn't get anything out of Jason's eyes. His eyes read no emotion whatsoever, and it felt like he was hiding his feelings from me. It was very strange to me because he is usually open and lets me see beneath him, everything was raw with us. Things are different now. And I hate it badly. We stayed in that position where we just starred at each other for a few more minutes until doctor Harris came back in. When we broke eye contact I came to my senses and I regained my anger that had appeared to dissapear in the last minute or two.

"You!" I hissed. I pulled out the needle in my hand carelessly, ignoring Jason's concern that was lacing his aura. I jumped out of bed, getting ready to attack the jerk. I was inches away from clawing the doctor's already damaged face apart but luckily for him, Jason caught me and wrapped both of his strong arms above mine. "You didn't even bother to tell me I was in a coma!" I tried to yell at him. Jason hugged me from behind tighter. "I am truly sorry but you have just woken up, knowing that might have been very stressful and I was planning to tell you when you have calmed down." He explained. "Please understand why I had to remain silent." I growled, yes, I actually growled, it's something weird I do when I'm angry, Jason told me he had always found it cute so I didn't find it weird.

That's another thing on my list of things I've grown to love. I scoffed before once again attempting to get out of Jason's grip. "Let me go!" I kicked the air uncoordinately as I moved around in his solid arms, almost violently. I wish I had an actual chance on getting free. "Calm. Down." He told me in a firm tone. I stop moving and obey, my natural relfexes make me want to kick myself. His tone sounded like his Dom tone, how can I be rude and not comply? Curse my complicated mind for getting so attached.

"Good." He said to me as if I were a dog before placing me on the floor gently and releasing me from his strong grip. Doctor Harris cleared his throat. "Now, getting back to why I am here." He caught our attention. "Everything seems fine with you, you don't need any more medication and you seem stable enough to me to let you leave." When he said that I smiled widely. The thought of leaving this hospital made me glad, I hate hospitals with all my heart.