Adopted by Jennifer Lawrence

Chapter 30

Jen's POV

I continue staring at her with hope that she'll wake up and tell me everything is alright, tell me that she's fine, tell me one of her goofy jokes, tell me to calm down, tell me that I'm being silly for crying but no, this time it's not that simple, this time I'm gonna have to get by without her support and help which I know I need now more than ever.

"Jennifer, move she's fine," Amy tells me trying to get me to move for the paramedics.

"I'm not moving!" I yell back at her with tears streaming down my face as I shake and cradle Katie's limp head in my lap. 

The medics end up working around me as they inspect her with detail and precision.

I freeze when her eyes slowly flicker and attempt to open and she moves her head slightly.

"Hey, hey look at me," I say to her and bend over her face taking it in my hands. She keeps her eyes open a crack and slowly opens and closes them weakly then her eye's, disappear behind her eyelids again as does the small amount of hope that had built up in my chest.

"She's still got a pulse but I think she has some head trauma." One of the medics states as he places a rescue stretcher in the sand beside Katie's dead weight of a body.

"Who is riding in the ambulance?" The same guy asks as they lift her onto the stretcher.

"Me," I say raising my hand in the air and following them to the ambulance as I clutch Katie's hand in mine then climb into the back of it.

"You guys take my car and meet me at the hospital," I say to Amy as the ambulance door closes in response she nods and the door closes on her.

The journey to the hospital destroyed me, bringing back memories of our meeting back in august when she saved my life, we avoid mentioning it as much as possible cause it's an uncomfortable subject for both of us, I don't even think Scar knows that that's how Katie and I met.

When we made it to the hospital Katie was wheeled off, I was held back and had to sit in the waiting room with my head in my hands leaning forward in fear and worry. Fear of the worst, worry of, all the different outcomes, all the different things that could have happened in that crash.

"Jen" I hear a familiar voice say in a soft tone.

Looking up I am greeted by Amy standing across from me in the doorway of the waiting room with a friendly sympathetic smile.

 I don't respond I just look at her with sadness and weakness in my expression, she knows I can't handle this type of stress and worry. She walks over and sits down beside me leaving the room silent knowing I still need time to process.

"Where's Scarlett?" I ask after a few more second of silence.

"At home with Justine." She responds.

"Does she know?" I ask worriedly.

"No, she didn't see anything she was in the bathroom the whole time then when she came out and you guys weren't there we said you went to get food," Amy explains to me giving me relief.

"Thanks" I sigh softly to her and twiddle my fingers together.

"Miss. Lawrence?" I hear someone ask and I immediately stand up and  look the doctor asking my name in the eyes.

"It seems that your daughter has suffered from a brain haemorrhage and-" He explains but I cut him off frightened of the word haemorrhage.

"A haemorrhage??" I ask in disbelief.

"Yes but we have stopped the bleeding before it could become too harmful." He replies.

"Too harmful??" I ask scared of what he means.

"Katie may have suffered from some problems due to it but we won't know for sure until we assess her conscious state." He sighs to me.

"So what's the worst that could have happened?" I ask him.

"Maybe some memory loss but that's the worst possible symptom." He assures me.

"Okay," I reply processing the information.

"She also has torn some ligaments in her right leg, sprained her right hand and punctured a lung but that's nothing life threatening and should all be healed in about three weeks." The doctor finishes.

"When can she leave?" I ask in an urgent tone.

"Maybe tomorrow, it all depends on when she wakes up. But if she's stable enough after being assessed then she will be free to go." He smiles.

"Okay, thank you." I smile perking up slightly.

"Can I see her??" I ask in a hopeful tone.

"Yes, room 163." He smiles and nods then walks away. I turn around and look at Amy with a grin then she smiles back motioning for me to go see Katie. In response, I run off out of the waiting room and down the hospital corridor to find Katie's room. When I get to it I grasp the door handle in my left hand and push it down opening the door and walking in quietly. Katie lays in bed with a drip coming out of her left arm and some white bandages wrapped around her right leg and hand.

I sit down on the hospital seat beside her bed and wrap my hand in hers, sitting forward in the seat with small tears sliding down my face from happiness and the overwhelming amount of emotion I have experienced in the last few hours.

Hours pass before I finally sit back in the seat and let my tense body relax with my fingers still intertwined with hers as I watch her chest rise and fall. I keep watching her in fascination, fixated on her every movement, whether it be the twitch of an eyelid or the rising and falling of her chest, I'm there clinging to it with happiness and admiration that she can go through a brutal, deadly crash like that and survive it still in one piece.

I'm forced back into reality when my mind passes over the thought of the one little person who is at home wondering where we are, why she didn't get a goodnight kiss, why no-one read her a story or told her a cheesy joke with hopes of hearing her adorable little giggle. The thought of little Scar wondering where we, her family are. That thought takes away all my positivity and makes me sad and angry at myself for neglecting to see her little face before she goes to sleep.

A/N: So how was it??