Jake Paul Imagines

Him

"How long are they keeping you in for?" He asked, resting his hands in his pockets. His eyes darted around the room, before falling back into mine. His focus was soft, but his eyes were tearing over. "A couple days at least." I said quietly. "Thankyou for coming to see me. It's been quite lonely here." I added. "Your welcome. I was so worried about you, I had to come and make sure you were okay." He said. I looked down to my acrylics. My hands were scratched and bruised. "Jake..." I said, I felt a tear roll down my cheek- as it stung the cuts on my face. "The last thing I thought about, when my car flipped..." I cried, he walked round to the side of my bed, pulled a chair up and held my hand. "The last thing I thought about was you...

**flashback 16 hours previously**

I tried to swerve, but the road was icy and wet. The other car span away, before flipping several times. I tried to brake, but I lost control of the car. I tried to swing it around, but it had gone. Other cars started to brake as my car flipped in the middle of the road. I was hanging upside down, screaming louder than ever as it flipped back up again. Blood raced down my face, there was glass everywhere. I shut my eyes tightly. "Please, please don't let me die." I sobbed, people rushed to the side of the car as I felt in & out of consciousness.

My eyes were closed tightly, I couldn't hear anything. I was in a dream. Dreaming about Jake.

**end of flashback**

"how I couldn't die not telling you how I felt." I stopped as the door clicked open, Jake dropped my hand in shock. I reached to hit the Nurses emergency button. "Don't." He snapped furiously. I swallowed my tears, trying hard to stay calm. "What are you doing here?" I asked, he paced the room. Flicking through my paperwork. "You really think I wouldn't come?" He smirked.