Recap~
"Jerod, since we're both probably going to die, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" he asked as he continued struggling against the restraints. I looked up at him and swallowed the lump in my throat. Here goes nothing.
"Jerod, I..."
~Jaycee's POV~
"Jerod, I..."
"What is it?"
"I-"
"Self destruct in 5 minutes."
"I'll tell you after we get out of here." I said as I began to untie myself. As soon as I got out of the chair, I helped Jerod out. We ran to the window. He climbed out and held his hand out for me to grab. I grabbed it but he didn't pull me through all the way. Sean and his guards busted in the door.
"They're getting away. Stop them." Sean shouted. I felt myself getting pulled back down.
"Jay, no!" Jerod went to come after me but I stopped him.
"No. Stay out there. I got this." I said and I turned around to face the guards. I started kicking them and punching them until they were both knocked out. Jerod reached for my hand to help me. He pulled me through the window but Sean shot my leg.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. But we gotta get out of here." I said.
"Self destruct in 60 seconds."
"Let's go then." Jerod said as he picked me up and carried me to the car. He set me down in the backseat and wrapped my leg up with his shirt. He then got into the drivers seat and drove away just as the building blew up. Unfortunately, I saw Sean's car driving the opposite way we were which means he got away.
~Jerod's POV~
"Jerod, I feel...woozy."
"Stay awake as long as possible."
"But I...I'm tired."
"I'm taking you to the hospital. You can rest there. Just please stay alive. For me." I said with tears in my eyes.
"Okay. Thanks. I owe you."
"You're welcome. But it's really me who owes you. You saved me."
"Well I have a reason."
"And that is?" I asked her but I got no response. I looked back and saw she was asleep. Damn it. I couldn't lose her now. I drove as fast as I could to the nearest hospital and rushed her in. The doctors took her into the operating room to remove the bullet and stitch her back up. Honestly, it was all my fault that she could end up paralyzed and I didn't want her to.
Time passed and the doctor came out of her room.
"How is she doing?"
"She's doing good. You may go see her if you'd like."
"Okay." I said as I walked in to her room. She was awake and sitting up, slowly eating her muffin. When she saw me, her eyes lit up. "Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Good but my leg hurts a lot." she said as she gestured down to the bandage wrapped around her knee.
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
"What are you talking about?"
"If I didn't call you, you never would've came to me. And you never would've gotten shot."
