The End (GxG) (Sequel to The Middle)

Chapter 30

-LYNN'S P.O.V-

~Don't talk. Just listen. I'm going to call you. Be quiet and listen. -Abby.
   Abby shoots me a text as she walks up the stairs. I hear the front door close and Abby calls me.
   After putting my headphones in to hear better I answer.
~
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Jamie clearly lies.
"Come on. You really think I'm going to believe that shit?"
    Jamie sighs heavily. "It's Ly."
"What happened?"
"Every fucking time I compliment her she says 'and it's an obligation'. It's really pissing me off. She knows there is something wrong too.."
"Tell her."
"How the fuck do I do that?"
"First off, maybe calm down."
"I'm sick. You know I have no fucking anger filter."
    It's true.. She doesn't. It gets slightly scary.
"Boo, you can't go back in there like this. Being mad isn't going to do anything."
"I'm tired of it. Really tired of it. It's hurting me that I can't get her to accept my compliments. Am I not allowed to tell my wife she is fucking beautiful? And she says it's cause she's naked. Or cause it's an obligation."
    Jamie sighs again and continues. "You and I both know I don't judge by looks. It's not who I fucking am. She doesn't understand that I'm not just saying she beautiful on the outside.. But her goddamn soul. And it pissed me off because she doesn't see it. It pissed me off because it hurts that so can't get passed what ever fucking wall she has up to prevent any nice thing I say passed. I'M TIRED OF IT. I'M TIRED OF IT.."
    I.. didn't know.. tears..fall.
"She would understand if you told her."
"I tried... I've tried.. I just give up.. I will keep my promises to call her beautiful daily.. But I give up.. if she can't see my true meaning behind it and won't accept it.. I'll let her think it's an obligation since that's what she already thinks."
    I didn't mean to.. I .. I'm terrible. I didn't know.. And now.. she's given up on me.
"You're okay, Jamie. Go back inside. Get rest. Maybe talk about it with her later. It will be okay." There's a pause... "I love you, Jamie. You know that. I just want you to be happy. Try and rest. But I suggest talking to her."
"I doubt it will do any good. But I will rest."
   I assume after Abby gets to the car she speaks.
"Fix whatever you did, Lynn. Listen to her."  And she hangs up as Jamie walks down the stairs.
    Fuck.. I can't hide my tears.. I'm literally crying a river. Her eyes meet mine and instant shots of worry line her beautiful deep ocean eyes.
   I think she is talking to me but I can't hear... move.. breathe.. I can't breathe. I can't breathe..
"Breathe." I hear an echo.
    But I can't. She's given up on me.. I didn't even know..
    My inhaler is to my lips and I hear her.
"Just breathe."
    I do. A few times. My breathing begins to regulate after a minute.
"Tell me what's wrong?"
    Why is her voice so far?  She's right here and I'm looking right into her eyes. Filled with absolute worry.
"Don't give.. up.. on me..." I find my voice.
"What are you talking about?"
"Abby."
    A hot streak of anger quickly flashes in her eyes but dissipates quickly. Sadness takes over.
"You don't understand."
"Please don't give up on me.."
"You DON'T understand. Ly, you just don't."
"I heard.."
"You heard what I could physically fucking bring up in the moment."
    The anger returning.
"When I'm sick I easily get pissed. It's not the time to be having this conversation."
"I..I'm sorry. I..I.. I'm sorry, Jamie.."
    Her eyes burn with anger. Burn. She closes them quickly to keep me from seeing... But a heat rises to her face and it's not from blush.
"Look. It pisses me off that you always say or think me complimenting you is an obligation. No one is fucking forcing me to do it. And it's worse that you say that it's always cause you're naked or something. We fucking sleep naked, shower naked and most of the time are always NAKED. And that's not the fucking reason. It's annoying you'd think that me complimenting you is just for your body. NO. IT'S FUCKING NOT."
   I shrinked to her yelling...
"It has never been about looks, Ly. NEVER. It's not who I fucking am to judge by looks. I judge by personalities. And souls. Which I thought you fucking knew. So when I say you're beautiful, I'm talking about your soul. Not your fucking body. I got lucky enough to find someone with a perfect soul who also has a really sexy body. But other than that."
    She takes a deep breathe. "It's not a fucking obligation to shit. It never was and never will be. I said I gave up because you're relentless on thinking that. Because I'm currently wasting my fucking breath if you aren't actually hearing and understanding me. So I didn't give up but sure as hell am ready to give up on this topic. Not on you. Just on this."
"I won't say it anymore.. I'll accept.. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
    She rubs her temples and gets out meds. She takes them and after a second she looks back to me.
"I'm sorry I yelled."
"I deserved.. it."
"You didn't. I'm just about to pass out. I just didn't want you to cry anymore. So all my energy went into my words and they came out harsh."
    I quickly get to her side as the end if her words begin to slur. She collapses in my arms and I take her to the bed. After sitting her down I go to the thermometer.. and she didn't want me to leave but her words were gone.
    Shaking my head as I take her temp... 105.2.
"I'm going to take you to the er, J."
    She's too far out of it to ever protest. I get my words though.. as she fully goes.
"I love you, Ly."
    I call Mom.
"Hey Lynn."
"Hey mom. I'm taking Jamie to the er... just thought you'd want to know."
"I work that building tonight. I'll be there. Why are you taking her up?"
"105.2. And she just passed out of exhaustion."
"I'll see you when you get up here."
    The call ends. I text Dad.
~Fever got worse. Taking her to the er. Will you feed our furbabies?
~Will do. Be safe and I hope she gets better. -Dad.
   I scramble around the room quickly gathering a bunch of clothes and things I know we will need. I run the bags to the car and back in. Jamie is doing the small groans and whimpers she does when she gets a fever. It's cute... but not right now it's not. It's worrying right now.
   I pick her up, she's too weak and too out to even hold on. I'm glad she weighs like nothing. I've got this. Now there's the matter of getting her in the car.
   Sinking myself as low as I can, I gently put her in the car. One more thing. One more.
   Running back in, I check her wallet for her id before I grab our purses and go.
    I carry her in and like said mom was there. The nurse asks me for everything.
"Jamie James, 19. Epilepsy. Survived brain cancer twice. She has a fever of 105.2 but she took meds less than 6 hours ago and just now. So beyond the working medication, I have no idea how high her temp is. She just sort of passed out from exhaustion about 20 minutes ago."
"Do you know the cause?"
"We think food poisoning. We just got back from London because she wasn't feeling good."
"Relation to patient."
"Wife."
     Her eyes went wide but she nodded. She pulled over a bed and I laid Jamie on it. The nurse rolls her into a room and sets up for an IV.
   Mom walks in behind me and hugs me tightly.
"I hate always seeing her here. It's not fair for someone to have so many medical problems. And I can't ever help pass holding her or giving her the ibprophin." I shake my head. "I'm pretty useless."
"That's not true. Now get in the bed with Jamie and hold her. I'll be back in an hour to do a check up." Mom says as she follows the nurse out.
   The door closes behind them and I sigh. Climbing into a hospital bed with Jamie seems like my normal.. But at least with this it's different. It's just a high fever... She will be okay.
    Now I'm left in my own thoughts. When she wakes, I will tell her. I understand and I know who she is. Most if the time I'm actually joking but I guess the joke gets old after a while.
    I will accept her compliments, which I already do. They're all in a overflowing box in my heart. I'll tell her everything. And how sorry I am when she wakes.
   Resting my head on her chest, I listen. And when I take her hand, I can clearly hear her heart skip a literal beat. Our necklaces stay connected and I wait.
   The doctor walks in with mom about an hour or so later.
"Married now?"
    I smile widely. "Yes."
"Alright, Mrs. James. Here's what I can tell you from what you told me."
   I nod for him to continue.
"Jamie does have food poisoning. But the fever part is slightly more progressed. I'll start her on an antibiotic and it should help her fight off the infection. Keeping her on tylenol or ibprophin for the fever is a good idea for a few days. I shouldn't expect this to last more than that."
   I had no idea I was actually this worried. Wife thing? I'm so relieved right now.
"Due to the past, I'm afraid I would like to keep her for a few days until it passes."
"I'm okay with that. As long as she gets better. Although she won't be too happy."
"Oh well. Doctors orders. And if you want, Wife's too." He winks and smiles.
    Mom laughs lightly and kisses Jamie's forehead.
"Got to go back to work. I can take lunch in an hour, I'll pick us up something."
"I'll pa"
"No you won't. Don't say you won't take no for an answer right now either."
    I nod and she walks out. I haven't actually checked our account yet.. I wonder what the damage is.
   After about 15 minutes of going through a slow Wi-Fi connection I finally pull it up. We actually did good to leave us with 7 left. 7 thousand should last until we get back to work.
    Then from there put it all to a house. I'm excited, honestly. But Jamie needs to heal first. My baby is so strong.
    Time either flies when you're waiting for something. Or goes slow. In this case it was quick.
"I got her some soup. And us sandwiches."
"Sweet."
     She laughs at me. I know I ate a few hours ago.. But I worried myself into hunger.
"Has she moved?"
"Not more than the normal groans and whines."
"Are you two okay?"
"Yeah.. I think.." I look up at her. "I said something wrong. I meant it as a joke, and I always mean it as a joke. But jokes fade, I guess..."
"What did you say?"
"That her calling me beautiful was an obligation. It's not and I was just joking. I love when she tells me that. I love telling her that. And she got so pissed off."
"Cause she's sick."
"But she still is tired of it. I want her to wake up so I can apologize. And to tell her so won't kid around like that anymore."
    I feel her hand squeeze on mine.