Blood Hound

Chapter 31

(Jason's POV)

I struggled against the doctors to enter the emergency room with Sarafina, as I saw her scream my name.

She wouldn't lay down properly so the doctor called in assistance.

I tried explaining to them that if I was in the room that she would lie back down. They just shook their heads and continued to pull me away.

"Please." I pleaded.

I stared into the black nurses eyes, as she avoided eye contact and pushed my chest towards the waiting room. I sighed and gave up, but right before I turned around I heard her cry out to me.

My eyes shot up looking at Sarafina whimpering and shaking.

She looked so fucking scared.

If I was next to her I would hold her hand and never let go. Ugh! I can't believe I didn't see it sooner. She was afraid of doctors for God's sake!

I ignored her rambling about how much she hated hospitals and all her warnings she gave me. I was to lost in the thought of losing her. But even if I did notice, she was badly injured and in pain, so there wasn't another option.

I didn't think she was in pain though...she didn't falter with eye contact or moving until I tackled her. When our bodies hit the floor, I noticed her wince, but I assumed it was her thigh. She didn't even look affected by the huge hole in her leg about an inch in, at least.

I had to take pliers from my bag and dig into her leg while she slept.

At first she didn't make a sound, but as I sat by her bed, she started crying and gasping throughout the night. As soon as she quieted down, she would open her mouth as if she was screaming, but no sound came out.

It frightened me to see her like that.

I didn't know what to do, so I just held her fragile hands in mine.

She seemed to take comfort for a few moments when I stroked her hair, but it only lasted a few moments. I didn't realize that I was pacing through the halls of her room.

Several other families were worriedly looking in my direction. I apologized and smiled to assure I was okay, however I was a nervous wreck.

I ran a shaky hand through my dirty blond hair. My hands started sweating profusely. I wiped them on my jeans and heard a jingle erupt from my pocket.

My hand ventured into my pants and brushed cold metal.

My fingers grasped it and I pulled it out. My eyes widened as I saw a small chain with a heart and her name embroidered. My eyes closed as my finger enclosed on the locket. After a few moments of silence and reminiscing, I shoved it into my pocket.

I shuffled over to a plastic chair next to a family that had stared at me earlier. I rested my head in my hands and slouched over. I need sleep..........."Hey mister!" A little girl's voice rung out in my ear.

I jolted up and looked over to the six year old beside me. She smiled and pulled at my shirt sleeve. I squinted my eyes trying to focus my eyes from the bright hospital lights. "What?" I questioned blocking the light.

She sat on her chair and silently gazed at me. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable by her staring so I broke eye contact and looked at my Vans.

Wow, I was being judged by a little girl.

I must have appeared awful in her eyes-hair sticking everywhere, bags under my eyes, and wearing a ratty FOB t-shirt I found on sale at Walmart. Before I could fall asleep again, I felt a soft voice flow through my ear. "Um, c-can I play with your hair...please." She stuttered almost so quiet that it wasn't audible.

I glanced over to clarify that I had heard right. Her chubby face was blushing so hard, it looked like she had constipation. She gave me her best "puppy eyed" look as she twiddled with her hem of her puffy pink dress.

God, she was adorable! (Kawaii!!!)

Her auburn hair was put up in two large matching ponytails and she had white mary jane buckle shoes. They must have been smaller than a 4!

She cleared her throat as if to tell me "Stop looking me over ya creep". I chuckled and patted her hair responding.

"Sure, how could I refuse a pretty girl like yourself." I said in a cheesy British accent.

I bowed my head allowing her to touch my hair. After a few moments of giggling and hesitation, I felt her run her tiny fingers throughout my hair as if she was petting a dog. She laughed and got on her knees to get to more hair.

It felt nice and tickled a little in the nicest way. (pewds reference :P)

This went on for a good 20 minutes and before I knew it, we engaged in a deep conversation about My Little Pony. It was quite interesting actually. I never knew that there were so many fan-fictions about fluttershy and pinkypie.

She was extremely intelligent for a six-year-old, comparing myself when I was her age was a little embarrassing.

Nervously I raised my hand to ask a question, interrupting her monologue. She paused and smacked her lips. "Yes?" She spoke pausing for a dramatic effect. Her eyes twinkled, daring me to ask a question. "Um, what does shipping mean?" I questioned biting my lip.

Her face brightened once again as she plummeted into another monologue, ditching her last. After what seemed like forever, her tiny eyes fluttered shut and she rested her head against my shoulder. At this point I was too tired to feel shock, so I just did the same and leaned my head on top of hers.

She didn't even stir in the slightest. We both drifted off for about an hour or two. Suddenly I felt a hand shake my shoulder. My eyes shot open to meet a pair a hazel ones in return.

I jumped back in my chair earning a collision of my head and the wall. I open one of my eyes and rubbed my head in pain.

I glanced up to see the same eyes on a woman who looked to be in her late twenties. She held the hand of the little girl from before. "Thank you so much for taking care of my daughter. We shouldn't have neglected her like that and we are at fault." She ranted and bowed.

I hurriedly stood up and shook her hand. Her eyes widened as if she had never been treated this way before. She was small and her clothing was tattered unlike her daughter's. I don't know why, but she reminded me of Sarafina.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"My name is Julie, Julie Grand." She introduced.

"And this is Anna." She explained motioning toward the little girl to her right.

I nodded and smiled. We spoke for a good ten minutes and before we could finish our chat, a doctor came up and smiled.

He asked a few questions before adding-"Are you a friend of Ms. Sarafina?" he questioned.

"How do you know her name is Sarafina? I never put it on the fill-out sheet or even received one." I countered.

"I overheard her yelling and assumed." He observed.

"Oh, well yes we are good friends. Is she okay? The surgery went well, right? How bad was it? There isn't any-" I yelled frantically getting cut off by the doctor.

"All is good and she will be fine after a few days of rest. There isn't any long term damage for now, but if she continues to live as recklessly as she does, she will further injure herself to a certain point of no recovery." he stated simply.

The doctor began to drone off until I couldn't even hear his words.

She's okay... She's okay!

Thank god, she's alive!

I couldn't help the large grin forming on my face as I sighed with relief.

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And......That's it! I hope you guyz liked it and i strongly apologize for the wait. Hopefully this kind of long chapter made up for my laziness. Peace out love you homefries forever and make good decisions!!!!! Bye ) >.>)

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