Die for us

I chose to stay with you for a reason...

Jason’s POV –

“She’s going to be fine.” Chris said to me, patting my shoulder a couple times.

I sit back against the front desk of the hospital, waiting. I close my eyes, just hoping that she’d be fine. I rub the palms of my hands together, trying to stay as calm as I possibly can. I don’t need to lash out in a public place.

“Excuse me sir, do you need some help?” I hear a man say.

I open my eyes to see a doctor standing over me, HE was pointing at my side. I look down and see I was gushing blood and I hadn’t even realized it, I was too focused on Jane. When you forgot about the pain, it seems almost nonexistent but now that I remember it’s there the pain was rushing back like a hurricane.

I continue to stare at it, clearly I need help if I’m sitting here bleeding to death. I stand up, placing my bloody hand on the desk; the doctor grabs my arm putting it around his shoulder and leads me to the back room.

“You’re going to need stiches for a wound like that.” He says to me, pushing the back doors open. He leads me to an empty room, situated me on one of the two beds in the room.

“My girlfriend is here, do you know if she’s fine?” I asked, realizing once again that I said ‘girlfriend’.

“Are you talking about the one that came in wrapped in only a ripped shirt?” The doctor says, grabbing utensils that will be used for stiches.

I nod my head and he brings a pair of scissors next to me, “I’m not the one operating on her right now as you can see.” He says, pulling his glasses down against his nose. “But I do know that she’s no longer unconscious. You’re a lucky, brought her in just in time.”

I inwardly smile, happy to know she was fine and would be able to go home soon. The doctor turns away, grabbing more utensils for the stitching. He comes over and asks me to lean on my side, he begins to wipe the cut down with alcohol.

Derek and Chris walk in the room, the doctor turns around he was about to tell them to leave.

“They’re with me.” I say to him, leaning on my side as the doctor shrugs, turning around to continue disinfecting the cut.

“They said Jane is going to be fine.” Chris says to me, sitting down on the chair next to the bed.

“Yea I know,” I half smile, “Do you think she’ll be able to go home soon?”

“They have to do some work on her stomach but she’ll be good in no time.” Derek started, standing next to Chris with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

I nod while the doctor dabs whatever the hell he was dabbing on my cut.

“I’m going to go home and get some clothes for Jane.” Derek says, stretching his arms out in front of him.

I bite the inside of my cheek, “Chris go with him.”

“How come?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You both can bring a separate car so I can take Jane home myself....if that’s OK with you I mean.” I turn my gaze to Derek.

He shrugs, “I doubt she’ll even want to be anywhere near you once she gets her strength back but do what you want. Come on Chris.” Derek waved his finger, walking out of the room.

Chris followed him and I watched them disappear down the hall. I sit quietly as the doctor starts to stich my cut together, feeling no pain whatsoever. I play with the fabric on the bed, waiting for him to be done with this.