I Choose You

Chapter Sixteen - Meeting and Seeing

A man with dark hair and a beard walked into the hospital doors holding a lady with blonde hair. The lady was crying. They went up to the front desk and fought with the lady for a bit before she pointed in my general direction. Oh, please don't let that be Jessie's parents, I thought. They nodded and walked over, asking everyone around me if they were Alex. I decided to speak up so they'd spot asking everyone. I sat up and fixed my shirt, trying to make a good impression so they wouldn't pummel me. "Ahem, Miss? I'm Alex."  I swallowed my fear as her father looked towards me.

Jessie's mom let go of her husband and came towards me in a pouncing form. She was going to kill me. She landed in front of me and wrapped her arms around my waist, sobbing into my shirt. I was tempted to pat her head. "Get off the boy, dear." She stood up and composed herself, then smiled at me. I nodded as if saying it was okay.

"So, you're her boyfriend." I nodded again, not sure if the question was rhetorical or a question at all. He put his hand out, "I'm her father, Fred. This is my wife, Ann."

"Nice to meet you," I shook his hand, "You too, Ma'am. These seats are for you, if you want to sit." Ann acceptingly took seat next to me, collapsing like a tower of blocks that got knocked over.

"Call me Ann, Hun." She patted my knee.

"And I, Fred."

"Thank you."

Fred was a "wide" man, only a few inches taller than I was. He had dark brown - almost black - hair and brown eyes. A mustache covered his upper lip and glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. Ann was the complete opposite - light, blonde hair (like her daughter), blue eyes (also like her daughter), no mustache (thank God) and no glasses. She was small and petite, a few inches shorter than I was.

"Um, the doctor wanted me to tell you. . ." I didn't know how to say it. How in the world do you tell your girlfriend's parents that she's in somewhat critical condition and the doctors don't know why?

"Go ahead, Alex. Please tell us."

I continued on with my devastating news that may be the cause of me going into critical condition along with Jessie. "She was doing okay, and then apparently her blood pressure escalated as well as her heart rate. The nurse, Nancy, said they didn't know why but they were going to further look into it. We can see her later, also. She said we'd be updated with any information as it appears."

Ann collapsed even further down, which I didn't think was possible and began to sob. What have I done? Fred slung his arm over her shoulders, pulling her close as whimpers escaped her lips. He rocked back and forth as small "Shh"s lingered about us.

This was going to be a long day.

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I felt someone shaking me, repeated my name over and over. "No, I don't want to get up," I whined.

"Alex, you're not getting up - well you are - you're seeing Jessica, if you want. Or you can stay here. . ." I jumped to my feet at the sound of "seeing Jessica", but quickly sat back down from the blurriness in front of me. I took a deep breath and blinked a few times before I got back up, with a clearer picture of the room in front of me.

I followed behind Fred, Ann and Nurse Nancy to the room where Jessie was awaiting our visit. The nurse when on about all of her vital signs, what they were planning to do and some other stuff, but I was only half listening. I couldn't help but think of what she was going to look like; how she was going to feel and most importantly, what she was going to think and say.

As we approached her room, I braced myself for the worst. Nurse Nancy opened the door, allowing all three of us to enter. Ann let out a squeal-like sound, while I just stood there motionless.

What have I done? was the only thing that I could think of. I was a monster. I put her in danger. And she got hurt. its my fault. I pulled someone else into my now-toxic life. Something was wrong with me. I already knew she got hacked multiple times, and they were out to get me and whatever matter to me. All of this was my fault and it was too late to fix any of it. Jessie was already there, laying very still on a hospital bed much like I had been, hooked up to monitors, being pricked like she was some type of experimental creature. And I was to blame.

I felt my eyes sting from tears threatening to release down my face. I still hadn't moved from the doorway or removed my eyes from the well-injured body lying on the sterile, white hospital sheets. I closed my eyes and looked down, trying to shake myself back to being strong. To not letting all the guilt and sadness I was feeling show. I counted, 1, 2, 3: in. 1, 2, 3: out. . . and so on. I could not lose my breath now.

I felt the whole room fill with tension as I remained still, standing there as if I was waiting for something to happen, like she was going to come to me. Everyone's eyes were staring at me, trying to get into my head and I knew it. Indeed, they thought I was insane and there was no doubt in my mind that I wasn't. I was most certainly not the sanest person right now. After all, I just put someone I love in danger. How could I be mentally okay?

Then it happened: she spoke. The nurse said she wasn't, but she just did. She moved her mouth and words came out. Ones that I understood.

"Alex. . ." 

[A/N: Okay so I know a lot of people put their A/N's at the beginning but I'm different. K? K. Therefore it will remain at the end. I find the easier for me, anyway. yay.

Okay, so if you love me you'd read at least the first chapter of Don't Wake Me Up (DWMU because lazy me) because, um, wow, Larry Stylinson. I'm working very hard on this and DWMU so I'd appreciate reads/votes/comments. I put a lot of time into this stuff, and honestly I'm proud of it.

So a big thank you to everyone who read this, or DWMU; to those of you voted on one of my chapters; the ones who followed me and the one person who commented. Thank you.]