Mind Of Mine ~ Justin Bieber as Jason McCann

chapter sixteen: Salt In The Wounds.

PRESENT TIME.
Cynthia's POV
It has been 3 months since that night at the motel. It was now only 1 week till graduation. Me and Jason have began seeing each other, officially. Jackson has been going into intensive therapy, he has rehab sessions 4 times a week; two of them he has with me and Jason, as a support team you could say. The other 3 days he is either in hospital or under suicide watch. He has attempted suicide 14 times in the last 3 months.

Overdosing on pills or alcohol, he even tried to hang himself with his hospital sheets in the first week he was in the hospital. This time it was fatal. His most fatal attempt yet.

Me and Jason had been over on Sunday afternoon to drop off some medication he left at the hospital. We called for him multiple times when we entered his cabin. There was no answer.

That is until, I walked into his bedroom.

Over ten empty alcohol bottles sprawled out over the floor, followed by a large pool of blood. My breathing became uncontrollable, my whole body began trembling. I anxiously stepped further in to reveal pure hell.

Jackson's lifeless body sat propped up against his bed, his left hand over some sort of stab wound. His right hand held a large butchering knife. His body was shaking, pools of blood continued to pour out of the large slash on his abdomen.

"Oh god, Jackson. What the fuck have you done?", I sobbed rushing to his side. "I... I'm So... Sorry", he choked out. "JASON! JASON!", I shrieked, sobs continuing to wrack my body. Jason burst through the door of the bedroom, running to Jackson's side. Despite the tears that were starting to fall down his face and the shaking of his bones, he showed no hesitation when he pulled off his shirt and wrapped it over the wound attempting to slow down the bleeding.

"911 what is your emergency", a prompt woman blared through my phone speaker. "Please help, there's blood. A lot of blood. 67 RedWater Drive", I howled to the woman through the phone. "Police or ambulance?", she remained calm. "Ambulance! We need a fucking ambulance!", I was becoming impatient, continuing to weep. "Ok, we have one on it's way now. What happened ma'am?", how the fuck was she not panicking right now?. "My... my friend has stabbed himself. He's incredibly ill please just hurry. Please!", I stuttered, tears still pouring down my face.

I pulled the knife out of his hand and placed it on the bedside table. I grabbed a hold of Jackson's hand, squeezing tightly. Mainly to try and stop him from passing out, making sure he could still feel and hear me.

"It's gonna be ok, I promise you", I sobbed. I rubbed his hair soothing him. "Don't give up now, it's too early for that", my body physically ached from shaking. Jason continued holding pressure on the wound. He was crying hard. He was silent all the way up to when the ambulance arrived.

2 men and a woman came running in to the bedroom. They were dressed in paramedic uniform. They pushed me and Jason aside and took over applying pressure. They managed to get him on a stretcher and into the ambulance.

"Excuse me, only one of you will be able to ride in the ambulance with him. Please decide quickly as we have to get him to the hospital as quickly as we can", the woman spoke sternly. "You go", I said turning to face Jason. "No. You go. You're the one who he would want in there. And that's not a suggestion that's a demand. I promise I'll be there later", Jason demanded placing a kiss on my forehead. He kissed each of my eyelids, stopping the tears from falling. I pulled him into my embrace. "You promised", I mumbled into his chest.

I ran out and into the ambulance with the woman. The whole ride was awful, seeing Jackson fall in and out of consciousness was heart wracking. All different wires hooked up to him. Two of the paramedics exchanged conversation whilst tending to Jackson's near-lifeless body.