FREEDOM #WATTPRIDE

EPILOGUE

So this book has almost made it to 2k!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

*unbroken*

"Welcome back to Bridgeport,"

Peter says and takes a sterile pair of tweezers.

"Hell of a welcome back," I wince. The pain in my left arm and legs was almost unbearable.

"I'd say," He snaps on a pair of gloves and straps the arm to the table.

"Are you sure you don't want Ash here?" Peter asks as he puts on his surgical mask.

"What? So he can make fun of me?" I grunt.

Peter gives me a look.

"I really think he should be here for moral support. He is your husband. I mean I would want Joseph here if I was about to experience the worst pain in my life." My little brother shrugs and I shake my head.

"Peter, you and I have two completely marriage dynamics alright. Just trust me on this one." I tell him.

Trying to brace myself for this pain he warned me about, it couldn't hurt possibly hurt that bad.

"You saved his life, Jonathan,"

He says and pushes back on the stool to prep the surgical field.

"Only for the 3rd time, It's nothing new," I groan and he rolls his eyes.

"I'm calling Ash," He says and pushes a small intercom on his ear.

"I bet you he won't even pick up," I say, flexing my fingers.

"Really? Cause as soon as I called he said he's on his way."

I can almost imagine Peter's 'I told you' smirk from under his surgical mask.

"He hasn't seen me since the fire," I sigh and Peter ties my legs down.

"Well, he was going to see you anyway, it would be impossible to hide from him for three months," Peter says as Ashley burst through the door,

'I'm he....holy shit Jonathan,"

Ash takes one step in the door then walks back out.

"What did I tell you?" I ask Peter and he rolls his eyes.

Ashley walks back in, his left arm in a sling.

"Fucking hell, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU COME BACK FOR ME!"

Ash yells and Peter starts. I slam my right fist against the bed. He was right, this was the worst pain of my life.

"BECAUSE I WASN'T GOING TO LEAVE YOU!" I scream back.

The pain brings tears to my eyes. Peter puts earbuds in as he listens to music while continuing to concentrate.

"Do you have a fucking death wish?! Goddamnit Jonathan look at you! Every single fucking time! No one told you to come back for me dumbass!" He screams and I close my eyes.

"I'm not going to let you die again you UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!"

The pain only gets worse. Like thousands of needles were stabbing my arm at once. Ashley grips the bottom of the bed with both hands and looks down.

"I'm not ungrateful, you could have died! I WOULD RATHER ONE OF US BE DEAD THAN BOTH!"

He yells and I choke out from the pain in my arm. Balling my right hand into a tight fist.

"I WOULD GLADLY TAKE DEATH OVER LIVING WITHOUT YOU," I scream and he looks at me with those stupid hazel eyes that held so much anger.

"STOP BEING A FUCKING SAP AND THINK! WE HAVE FOUR KIDS!" He yells. Slamming his fist against the bed.

"AND I HAVE NINE SIBLINGS!" I yell back.

The pain gets worse and Ash rubs his forehead.

"Look at you Johnny...my god you look like a fucking ugly ass piece of crispy bacon,"

He chokes out and I squeeze my eyes shut as Peter digs deeper.

"I'll let you scream at me for saving you BUT DON'T RUIN MY FAVORITE FOOD TOO!" I yell and he sighs with one arm wrapped around himself and a hand on his mouth.

"Johnny!" He whines and I open my eyes to see his scared expression.

"Please. Just. Come. Here."

*******

Ashley sits down next to me on the bed with his legs cris-crossed while slurping lo main from Chinese food container.

"Fuck you," I tell him and he laughs while I take a sip of broth.

"Sorry, I love you but I'm not going to starve for you." He says and continues eating in my face. Peter has me stuck on broth in case I needed to be pulled into surgery.

"No one told you to starve, but why must you tempt me like that?" I whine.

"Because I want to be with you, idiot." He says and turns around, double checking before picking up a noodle with his chopsticks.

"Shh," He whispers and puts it up to my mouth, I gladly take it.

"Mmm give me more," I demand and he shakes his head.

"Stop being greedy," Ash says and takes another bite while I sip my stupid broth.

"You're lucky the fire didn't burn your face," He says and pats me on the head.

"Why? Would you stop loving me if it did?"

"...Possibly,"

"Ashley!"

"What?"