I Choose You

Chapter Twenty Nine - It Failed

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I sat on the same room I had a week ago, another nurse with a needle coming towards me. Time for more blood to be ejected out of my body. She did the same thing the other nurse did, only not as well. she missed my vein a total of twelve times, pushing the needle in and out thirteen times. It hurt like a bitchh. Honestly, I wanted to cry because of it. Luckily, the ladies who did Jessie's and Ann's blood were spot-on, because I felt like they would have cried. I guess they gave the man the trainee.

Finally, after what felt like hours, she was done and ran off to run tests on my blood. In the meantime, we were all escorted back to our rooms, since there was a chance that the medicine didn't work.

I tapped my fingers on the lap, nervous about the results. I didn't feel any different, and it worried me. I was scared I still had Paratelphicus. The doctors here had found out, though, that there were no recorded deaths by Paratelphicus, which relieved me greatly. Then again, though, there was a first for everything.

The door swung open, revealing hazmat man again. This wasn't going to be good. "You," he said, pointing to me, then he pointed to Jessie, "And you need surgery for that P-disease. Meds didn't work." And then he was gone, the door closed. Just great.

I looked up at the ceiling, not really knowing what to think. Of course, I needed surgery. Of course the medicine didn't work. That's too good to be true. Even worse, though, was the Jessie had it, too. At least Ann didn't. So, basically, all because of me, I've caused my girlfriend and her mother get almost killed (twice for Jessie), kidnapped, quarantined, poked like aliens and now one needed surgery. Way to go, Alex.

I sat, in despair, mad at myself for what I had caused. No one said anything about catching Philip, and I don't think they ever will. It's not like he's leaving me another, either, I still get daily messages. So, that means we're all in danger still. All because of me. Maybe if I hadn't made such a quick move to have Jessie come while I was clearly in danger, this wouldn't have happened. I don't care what anyone says, it's my fault they're both here. Clearly, they wouldn't be if it weren't for me. If I hadn't asked Jessie to come while being stalked, she wouldn't have gotten hung, so Ann wouldn't have come. If Ann wouldn't have come, and Jessie was still at home safe and sound, they wouldn't have been kidnapped. Since they weren't kidnapped, they wouldn't have gotten in the van, and therefore not have caught Paratelphicus. In relation, they wouldn't be here. If Jessie hasn't come to see me, they wouldn't be here. it was my fault. There was no denying it.

"Not your fault," Jessie chirped, even though I didn't say my thoughts. She must just know. It was a blessing and a curse.

"Kinda is," her mother mumbled from the corner, not looking away from her phone. Jessie's head popped up, and glared straight at her mother.

"Mom," Ann looked up. "Bathroom. Now." She put her phone down and nodded, getting up and following her daughter into the bathroom. Then it hit me: Why was Ann here if she didn't need surgery? I clicked the button on the wall that we found out about last week, sending a buzz to someone in the hospital. I wasn't sure who.

After five minutes of waiting alone, a note slipped under the door.

You buzzed?

Through the door, I yelled "YES!", then slipped the paper back under. It came back through a second later.

What?

I wrote back, not feeling like screaming again.

Ann was told she didn't have to get surgery. yet she's still here with Jessica and I. Wont she get contaminated?

I slipped the note under. It came back moments later.

No. Shes stll on medicine. it'll prevent her from catching it again. Plus, she still has traces. She must stay. Bye.

Thanks, bye.

I slid the note back and walked away, sighing. The bathroom  door clicked and Jessie and Ann emerged. Ann looked tired, and even a little upset, like she had been yelled at. Jessie was in a huff, looking annoyed but pleased. She sat on her bed and stared at the older woman, who walked towards me. Then, she hugged me. Still holding my shoulders, she looked into my eyes and stayed there, mouth agape. "You have pretty eyes," she said, still staring. "They look just like my father's." I smiled as she leaned into me, holding me tight. "It's not your fault. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It is my fault."

"Is not!" Jessie yelped, and came over to us. She wrapped her arms around e from behind, squishing me between herself and Ann. Alex sandwich.

"It really isn't, dear." Ann let go and waked away, back to her phone, on her bed. I rocked back and forth, Jessie latched to me. I heard a sniffle. I turned around t see Jessie sobbing into my back. I removed her hands and spun around, taking her into my arms.

"We still have it," she cried, clutching my shirt.

"I know, I know, shh."

"I don't want surgery."

"Neither do I, Jess."

"But Alex. . ." her voice cut off, almost like someone took a blade and cut it off. I looked at her mother, who was still on her bed, staring. She shrugged, not helping much. Then she went back to furiously typing with her phone. Oh.

"But, what, Jessie?" She stood up straight, her face red but tears stopped. She looked more serious than anything. She looked angry. Her hand turned to fists, knuckles going white as she clenched them harder. She stepped aside so she wasn't directly in front of me anymore. She swung out her balled hand into the air and spun around because of the force. Then she looked at me.

"Whoever it is, will pay. If I can help it."

[A/N: Bam. Surgery. I'm thinking you all guessed it wouldn't work. Not much a plot twist. I know. Promise, there will be a lot coming up. Whoooo!

I made a new part to my goal. Try and make it be, but only if I deserve it!

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