His Good Girl

Chapter Twenty Six

Jack's POV

"We need to talk" I frown at him, confused. What could he possibly need to talk about? 

"About you dude," George said, leaning against the counter.

"About me?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yes about you, dumbass" he replied rolling his eyes.

"What about me?" I ask, taking another sip of my juice.

"How are you dealing with this shit?" He asked, looking at me in the eye. I sigh and clench my jaw. I should have seen that coming.

"I don't really want to talk about it" I answered, raking my fingers through my hair. 

"Look, you can't keep these feelings bottled up inside you, man. You need to let them out and talk about it" He said, sincerely. 

"I told you. I don't want to talk about it" I said again, stubbornly. 

George sighs, pushing himself off the counter. "I know that you don't like to do these 'let me know what your feeling' type of things. But I know that you blame yourself for what happened and that you carry this heavy burden on you...........but, I just want to let you know that you're not alone in this and that you can share this burden with me man......just... Just let me help you at least lift some of it off your shoulder" He explained softly, understanding and caring swimming in his brown eyes. 

I bite my lip, unsure what to do. He's my best friend, always has been. He's been there for me through everything. He'd done so much for me and I don't want to keep relying on him for support to bounce me back up again. He's taken care of the twins when I had the stuff to do, bought basic stuff like food for us when I was struggling to keep the house... He's been there with me through thick and thin and I don't want to keep burdening him with my shit. 

I shake my head, "Not right now" I said. I can't talk about it yet... I feel like it's too soon. 

"Come on, let's get back," I said, before downing my juice and washing up. George sighs but I don't miss the flash of disappointment in his eyes. I move past him and put on my shoes with him behind me as we make our way to the truck. George locks up before he gets in and pulls out of the driveway an drives back to the hospital. 

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Loud chatter is heard as we approach Victoria's door. Once we open the door, I see Lincoln sitting on the chair that I sat in, just staring at her. Jess and Theo are engaged in a conversation with Jim and Lynda while Molly and Jace are talking amongst them themselves. 

"Hey, Jack!" Molly said, greeting me with a big hug. 

"Hey," I said, once we pull away.

"Jack!" Theo said. I smile at him and we embrace in a hug. Once I greet everyone except Lincoln who is still beside Victoria, his face giving nothing away. Just as I was about to talk to him, a doctor, a middle-aged man in white, glasses on the tip of his insanely long nose comes into the room.

"Well, hello everybody. Mr. and Mrs. Brown?" He asks as the room instantly goes quiet.

"Yes?" they reply without missing a beat as they get up. I instantly change course and walk to stand beside them.

"Alright, so after some of the test we've run, we have good news and bad news," the doctor said, holding his clipboard a little too tightly. I clench my jaw, the suspense killing me.

"Well?" Jim asks, holding his wife's hand.

"Well, the good news is that your daughter is fine and stable, no signs of anything concerning. However......" the doctor starts, biting his lip before continuing. His knuckle turns white as he grips the clipboard even tighter.