Miami Heat

Chapter Ten

Just a warning... Decided to give y'all a little Jollie action since its been a while(;.

Mollie's POV

Stress cardiomyopathy- that's what they call it. In simpler terms, "broken heart syndrome." It's caused by intense emotional or physical stress leading to rapid and severe heart muscle weakness- which is cardiomyopathy. Stress is the body’s response to things it perceives as abnormal. These abnormalities can be physical such as dehydration, or can be emotional, such as receiving news that a loved one has passed away, or in my case, realizing I've been abandoned. When these abnormalities occur, the body produces various hormones and proteins such as adrenaline which are meant to help cope with the stress. This also explains the burst of energy I got when I beat up that man. Stress cardiomyopathy can occur after grief, fear, extreme anger, and surprise - all of which I experienced. Stress cardiomyopathy causes low blood pressure, congestive heart failure, and even shock. It uses adrenaline and other hormones to temporarily stun heart cells. My doctor said that it isn't permanent though, and I should be recovered in about two weeks.

However, I am also diagnosed with dehydration and pre-starvation. The bullet, from when I was shot, nicked a muscle. Luckily, there was no inflammation, so the muscle should heal in about three weeks. They managed to get the bullet before any infections occurred. My cheek was pronounced broken. The gash above my eye required six stitches. As for the rest of my injuries, they were more minor so all the bruises, cuts, and scraps should be better in no time. I'm looking at about a month of hospitalization.

The NYPD has been by several time to try and get me to snitch out whoever has done this to me. I won't give them anything though. I don't know why I can't bring myself to do it. A part of me wants to see her locked away forever, but another half of me wants to see her suffer the same way I was. I've never felt more vulnerable, more worthless. Even while I was being held hostage I felt in control.

I miss Justin... even if we were only together for a short period of time. Actually, we were never even together. I don't know why I'm so broken over it. Of course he chose Selena. Besides her being a complete psychopath, she's drop dead gorgeous. Not the cute puppy kind, but the sexy kind. Why am I even missing him? He completely screwed me over. How could anyone just leave me like that? Even if it were Selena in my position and I in Justin's, I would have never left her. What happened to the knight in shining armor saving the damsel in distress? Yeah, count that fairy tale out. That kind of shit only happens in the movies. Who comes up with that stuff? It is not reality. If it were, I wouldn't be sitting in a hospital bed.

As I sit here thinking of all of this, my hatred for Selena boils up inside of me. I would like nothing more than to crush her wind pipe, and tie her to a pole. She is to blame, not only Justin, but her. Everything was fine and dandy until she came along. She has destroyed me. At this very moment, I plot my vengeance. I will take her down- physically and emotionally.

"I love you."

My eyelashes flutter across my cheeks as I try to hide my blush.

"Hey," he grabs my chin and makes my hazel eyes meet his carmel ones, "You don't have to be embarrassed around me... although it is adorable."

I giggle a childish laugh. I cover my mouth quickly and try to hide my embarrassment once again. Justin smiles wide at my actions. He wraps my up in his strong, tattooed arms. I feel so secure- like as long as I'm here nothing bad could ever happen to me again. He is my hero. I really do love him.

I let my mind go, and I relax. I sink my body into his. He picks me up bridal style and we sit down. I'm placed in his lap. Wrapping my arms around him I smile into his neck. His scent is strong but compassionate. I nibble on his neck a bit. Quickly I feel him tense up. As fast as it came, it has left, and he lays his head atop mine.