True Colors

Chapter 19 - "Jessica?" (Really short)

Chapter 19 – Katie Peterson

The ride back to my house was extremely tense and awkward. Jessica sat up a little bit and looked at Nick’s mother.

“Excuse me, Ms. O’Riley?” she said formally.

“Yes, what is it Jessica?” she looked at her in the rearview mirror.

“Could you, um, take me to the hospital?” I gave Jessica a look, because I knew exactly who she was going to see—Lucas.

“Why are you okay?” she asked, concern written all over her face.

She cleared her throat, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that—my friend, he’s in the hospital right now.”

She nodded and looked at Jessica again.

Fifteen minutes later we pulled up into the hospital parking lot and I was hugging my best friend goodbye.

“Be safe, okay?” I reminded her.

She smiled sweetly at me and nodded slightly, “Thank you, I will.” She brought me into the hug again, “I love you.”

“Love you too, girl,” I replied.

She released me, said thank you to Nick’s mom, and stared directly Nick—who was still sitting in the car. I still didn’t know what had happened between the two of them; but I was determined to find out.

***Jessica’s POV***

I watched at the car drove away, Nick was staring at me apologetically, but being my grumpy self; I rolled my eyes and walked into the hospital.

“Good morning,” I greeted, smiling at the nurse.

“Good morning,” she smiled. “How may I help you?”

“I’m here to see Lucas Jensen,” I replied.

She scanned her computer screen and smiled at me again, “He’s been moved to room 45 on floor two.”

I gave her a quick thank you and quickly rushed over to the elevator.

“Jessica?” a familiar voice said.

I turned to see Sam standing in front of me, “S-Sam?!” I felt tears welling up in my eyes and ran towards him.

“Oh my god,” Sam sighed in relief, “I’ve been worried sick about you, why didn’t you reply to my text messages?”

I breathed in his scent really quickly and then backed away slightly to look at him, “I just didn’t want to talk to anyone,” I replied, “How’s Lucas?” I asked—changing the subject.

“He’s getting better,” I copied his sigh of relief.

“Thank god.”

“Were you just about to go and see him?” he asked, almost hesitantly.

I nodded, “Yeah.”

“Be careful up there,” he replied.

“Will you go with me though?”

Sam’s expression was blank—he obviously didn’t want to go up there—but I couldn’t face Lucas on my own; I needed Sam there with me, more than ever.

Authors Note: I know...really short...but im hoping to have plans for the next chapter :)