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Jenson's POV
My head was killing me. I didn't really know what was happening. I looked round to see Rochelle sitting down, head in her hands. I raised my head a little to see we were in an ambulance. The doors opened and the bright light hit me. It hurt my eyes and I squeezed them shut. Hoping to block out the light, and to block out what was happening.
Rochelle's POV
The doors to the ambulance opened and the paramedics wheeled Jenson out. I followed as we walked into the hospital. There was a lot of ill or hurt people just sitting in the waiting room all looking equally soulless. I felt guilty just walking past them like this, knowing that I wasn't really that hurt but I had to stay with Jenson. I followed them into a big room with a lot of medical equipment in it. There was another person in this room who was being treated but there was a screen in the way so I couldn't see who it was. Some nurses rushed in and helped the paramedics lift Jenson over onto a bed. He groaned and moved his hand up to his head as if it was killing him. I bit my lip, wanting to go over there and hold his hand and whisper to him that it was all going to be okay. One nurse walked over to me, a kind expression on her face.
"How do you know Mr. Rogers?" she asked.
"I'm his friend" I said, biting back the truth. She nodded.
"Okay, well we're going to run some tests that shouldn't take too long but I'd suggest getting yourself a coffee or something" she explained carefully. I nodded to show I understood as I looked at Jenson. The nurse was just about to turn away when she caught sight of my head.
"You should come get that checked out" she said, leading me out into the corridor and away from Jenson. I didn't want to go but I didn't make it look like that. I wanted to avoid questions and suspicion.
"Michael" the nurse called and a young handsome looking man turned his head in our direction. He jogged over in our direction, his bright eyes sparkling.
"What can I do for you, Theresa?" he asked, smiling politely.
"Can you just sort this girl's head out for me?" she asked. He smiled and nodded. He walked off and I followed him into a cubicle. He pointed to the bed and I did as I was told and sat down.
"How'd you do this then?" he asked as he started to poke and prod my head.
"Um... I ran into a wall" I said, looking at the floor again to try and avoid embarrassment. Michael laughed loudly.
"God, that's the best thing I've heard all day" he said, smiling. I couldn't help but laugh along with him slightly. He started to stitch it up, which hurt a little but I could live with it.
"What sorts of tests are you lot going to run on Mr. Rogers?" I asked, looking around the room.
"What sort of injuries does he have? I haven't seen him so I can't tell you" he said, concentrating on my head.
"He fainted, and now his head is hurting him" I said, biting my lip and trying not to sound too concerned. The doctor shrugged.
"They'll probably just run a CT scan and ask him some questions. There's nothing to worry about really" he said kindly as he finished the final stitch.
"Right, I'll just clean this up and then you're free to go" he said, cheerily as he reached for a wet disinfectant wipe thing. He dabbed my head and then I jumped off the bed.
"Thanks" I said and I went to leave when he caught hold of my arm.
"You like him" he said, simply.
"He's my friend" I replied in the same simple monotone voice.
"And you're teacher" he said, in a knowing voice.
"Why can't he be both?" I asked, indignantly.
"He can, he just can't be a teacher, a friend, and something more" he said, his voice turning serious. I glared at him.
"Who said it was anything more" I snapped, a little angry with myself for making it so obvious.
"You didn't have to say anything" he said, sadly.
"Look, it's none of your business anyway, just stay out of it" I said, aggressively but I felt like crying.
"Fine, fine, but if ever anything happens, here" he said, giving me a card with his number on it. I sighed, he was only trying to help, all I had to do was just accept it and then I could walk away and go see Jenson.
"Thanks" I said again, smiling warmly at him. He nodded and then turned his back on me. I took this as I sign that I could go so I ran through the corridors until I found the front desk.
"Hi, do you know where Jenson Rogers is?" I asked the kind looking receptionist. She looked down at her computer before looking back up at me.
"He's in one of the consulting rooms, it's down that corridor and it'll be room 15" she said with a smile. I nodded at her and took off at a quick walk so that I didn't draw too much attention. I reached the room soon enough. I knocked and I heard a woman call out for me to come in. Jenson had his head in his hands and the woman with him had a solemn look on her face.
"Hi" I said, smiling cautiously. She smiled slightly before turning to Jenson.
"Is she someone you want to tell?" she asked gently.
"Tell what?" I asked, panicking slightly now. I looked down at Jenson and saw him shake his head. I walked over to him and knelt down next to him.
"Tell me" I said, softly, putting my hand on his, the woman didn't know he was a teacher and I was a student so I was safe here.
"No" he said so quietly I could barely hear it.
"I'll be outside" the woman said and then she left. I stood up fighting back tears. Something was wrong with him and he wouldn't tell me what.
"Jenson" I said, my voice cracking in pain and fear. He looked up at me finally, his face expressionless.
"Get out" he said, in a monotone voice.
"What?" I gasped, walking towards him but he put his hand out to stop me.
"I don't want you here, I don't want you near me" he said, again in monotone, like he was afraid of any emotion.
"You're not serious?" I asked, scared, tears now running freely down my face. He nodded.
"I don't want to be with you" he said, and he looked like he was staring right through me - like he was possessed.
"You can't do this again" I screamed, angry now "you need me, you said you loved me, how can you do this again?" I yelled, the tears falling to the floor now. I saw a flash of hurt cross his face but then he put his emotionless mask back on.
"Go and don't come back" he said, before turning away from me.
"Jenson" I said softly again, trying everything I could.
"GO!" he yelled. His face filled with anger. Scared I ran from the room and ran from him, just like he had asked. How could he do this? What was wrong with him? I ran all the way home, not stopping until I got to my bedroom where I collapsed and disintegrated into a ball of tears and sadness.
