I'm the Bad Boy's Princesa

Recovery

"No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it."
Hebrews 12:11

🍦Jacob's POV🍦

Time flew by, a week spent in a hospital. I was released two days ago. Police came back, asked questions that I had the answers to. They wait for Serena's response before they can do anything--but she's still asleep. How torturous it is to watch the small rise and fall of her chest without her eyes ever opening. Throughout the days where I was not stuck to my bed, I spent it at her side, staring at her face while I thought of an adequate apology. No, it must be sincere, better than adequate. She risked her life for me after I had unwillingly broken up with her. She didn't know that it was not my doing for the break up at the time, yet she still took the pain. How could I deserve such a wonderful, strong girl in my life. She has proven time and time again that I am unworthy of her, but she stays. My apology cannot be average. It must be perfect.

How will I pull it off. Days pass, and I am still not impressed. She needs gifts, food, affection, care. When I am kicked out of her room--by no means an easy task--I mull over what I could possibly give to her that would explain my regret without words. I've gotten her a giant teddy bear, chocolate, ice cream (that's at home so it won't melt), get-well cards, a stuffed animal that looks like Oreo, Oreos (the cookie). I also brought her a pillow from my house--the one she used when she slept in my bed, so she'd be more comfortable.

"How is she?" Danny asks.

I stroke her cheek softly. "Not much change."

"Her heart's still beating."

"Thanks for being optimistic."

"Well, someone has to be. You look like shit. Jesus, how many things did you buy?"

"A lot. I want to gain her forgiveness."

"And does she seem like a materialistic person?"

"No, but I want to show her that she's what I think about when I look at this stuff."

"Damn."

"What?"

"You're getting back to your sappy-self, I'm so proud." He wipes away a false tear.

"You're so dramatic."

"Allow me to be dramatic, this month has been hectic. You were so scary to be around without Ser. You were so angry and upset. None of us knew how to help you without Ser being involved. We were all so worried for your health, and the same goes for her. So, yes, I'm being dramatic. I'd rather have you sappy than sulky."

Curse my already shifting emotions. After his small soliloquy, I can't help but feel the sting of tears come up. Goddammit. I pinch the bridge of my nose to stop their flow. Danny must have noticed because he walks over to me and wraps his arms around me. My head falls against his shoulder as the tears finally fall. His hand rubs up and down my arm as small sobs wrack through me.

"I'm so worried. How will she see me? What will she think of me?"

"She won't see you any differently, other than being strong. You saw her everyday for a long time, and you couldn't be with her. You stayed away to keep her and us safe. She won't hate you--this is her father's doing, not yours. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

"But what if she's does hate me? I know I deserve--"

"Shut up. You don't. She'll wake up and be glad that you're here for her now. Don't let fear ruin the ability to get her back."

A ragged sigh leaves my mouth as I mull over his words. He is right. I can't let fear take me over or I might lose her for good. But how the hell am I going to react when she wakes up? I don't want to come off rude or overbearing. I think she'll need more gifts. I hope she likes the ones I got her. There may not be a lot but I hope she understands how much she means to me. Maybe I should better prepare my speech...