CAPTIVITY

21. Take Down

(Jonathan POV)

I find myself back in the hallway, with a shaky breath I try to regain composure as I wipe the tears with my sleeve while walking down the hallway. 

I was so focused on trying not to embarrass myself with these stupid tears that I didn't notice the commotion going on behind me with the heavy thud of footsteps and clatter of metal. I sniffle as I keep walking, wrapping my arms around myself in a weak attempt to comfort my hurt soul.

 There's another loud crash and I finally look back to see what was going on. 

Only to find Ashley was slowly trailing behind me.

Holding on to a metal tray for dear life, while his legs wobbled since he was weak from surgery. He shouldn't even be able to get out of bed.

 I look into his pleading hazel eyes...before continuing to walk faster. 

"Johnny NO!" 

I hear his scream and he pounces on my back as we both go tumbling to the floor. I of course take most of the shock since I was on the bottom of this arrangement. 

"Get off me jackass!" I shout at him but he holds me tight. 

"No! Not until you come back and we actually talk!" He yells. 

"Go to hell with your single self!" I shout back.

This idiot must have no pride, seriously. 

"I'm not single! I'm married to you!" He yells back, pressing his head against the nape of my neck, I can feel his tears wet my shoulders.

 "I'm married to you, dumbass." He cries and I feel the pent up anger disperse into concern. 

"Ash, you shouldn't even be out of bed," I groan as I continue to lie, face down on the dirty hospital floor while he sits on my back like a perfectly perched king. 

"You shouldn't have run away then," he scoffs. 

"No really get off me fatass," I groan. 

"I'm not fat, you're just too skinny now. What happened to all your muscle?" He asks and a dozen or so nurses and doctors rush past. 

Briefly glancing over at the crazy couple on the floor, probably debating whether or not to send us to the mental health unit. 

I wanted to dig myself into a hole and die. 

"I've been too stressed out over you," I tell him and he yawns.

 "Ash, please get off me," I sigh and he finally does. I sit up and dust myself off, he leans against the wall and goes into a coughing fit, as he does I gently rub his back. Hoping to provide some sort of comfort. 

I start to feel guilty for making him chase after me when he's so sick.

 "I'm sorry, I just needed some time alone," I say as he wipes the blood from the corner of his lips. 

"I've left you alone for too long Jonathan. Too fucking long," he sighs as he leans against me his head on my shoulder as I snake my arms around him and hold him close.

 I gain just enough strength to pick him up and carry him back to the room, since his legs weren't an option. He wraps his arms around my neck and buries his head into my shoulder as I take him back. Laying him down in the hospital bed. 

"Do you really think I wanted to leave you? To leave this?" he asks as I lay down next to him. Staring up at the ceiling. 

"Yes," I tell him honestly without thinking too much about it. 

"Jonathan...Oy, you really have no faith in me huh." He sighs and I curl up next to him, laying my head on his chest as I listen to his fast heartbeat. 

"It's not that I don't have faith in you, it's just that I don't have faith in myself without you."