Say you need me (Jason McCann)

Chapter 3: Questions

Jason's POV

I slowly opened up my eyes. I stared at the deck of a room. I tried to move but it only caused incredible pain. Nonetheless I lifted myself up. I remembered. The shooting. My shoulder. That girl.
I looked around my room. I saw a First Aid Kit lying at the end of my bed. I looked to the left and was surprised to see her. She slept in a chair right next to the bed. Her blonde hair had fallen in her face. Did she wear one of my sweatshirts? What was going on here? Did we... No if we had then she would probably sleep beside me.
I stood up, walked around my bed and tried to wake her up.
"Hey girl! Wake up." Nothing.
"C'mon man. Wake up or I'll have to fuck you." I was down for it. She looked way too hot to leave me cold-blooded. But I couldn't even if I wanted. It was physically not possible with my shoulder.
"What did you say?" she asked and raised an eyebrow. She yawned but kept her eyebrow like that. Weirdo.
"Nothing." I muttered. "What happened?"
"We were in a car and then somebody shot you in the shoulder. You don't have amnesia. Do you?" she said and looked hella upset.
"No, I am asking for what happened next."
"Nick was the only one in the house and he heard the shots, so he came outside. He realized that you got shot. He carried you inside the house and took care of you. I wanted to bring you to the hospital but he told me not to. He said that you wouldn't want that. I still don't get why. Whatever. We took out the bullet and stitched you up. He offered me to drive me home but I said that I want to stay and make sure that you are okay." She blushed. Stupid girl. I nodded.
"Can I ask you something?"
"No."
"But-"
"Stop it. I'm sure that you have a lot of questions. But it's better to know nothing."
"But-"
"For real, quit asking. You shouldn't even know my name. Go downstairs and ask Nick to bring you home."
She stood up but still looked me in the eye.
"Keep the hoodie." Her top laid on the ground and was covered in blood. She nodded. She went to the door and was about to leave when she turned around.
"Thank you."
"What for?"
"You know what for. By the way, I'm Haley." she said an left.
I took the pack of cigarettes from my bedside table and opened it up. There were none left but instead there was a note.

Don't smoke. Get well.

Bitch.