Never There ~ A Jelsa Story~

Twelve; Shock

I heard a crying sound and someone saying, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry." I am immediately scared. What happened? Did something happen to my sister?

"Anna? Are you there?" I called weakly, and Anna rushed up to my bedroom. 

"Elsa!" she exclaimed with joy, "You're alive!" She hugged me close and said that she would never let me go again. "But, why write that note? I'm sorry?"

"I texted Belle but she didn't reply. I wrote it in case somebody came in a few months..." I hinted, not wanting to sound to dire. 

"Oh my, I didn't think it was this bad. What happened? You must tell me EVERYTHING." 

So I had to tell her the whole story, from when I hated Jack to when he had broken up with me. "Wow... that's... one roller coaster of a ride you've had, sis."

"I know. But I love him, and I used to hate him. That's the main thing. I've visited the hospital every day. But the nurse says that he doesn't want to see me, so I have to go away." 

"Right. Can I call someone professional?"

"Of course." And then it all begins.

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Jack's POV

I sat in my hospital bed reading newspapers. It was so boring with no-one to talk to, so when the nurse came up to me, I grinned, excitedly, "Is someone here to see me?"

"No, Master Jack, I'm just here to give you another book."

"Oh, has no-one at all even asked about me?" The nurse looked reluctant to speak and I raised my eyebrow.

"Well... there was one person, but I sent them away."

"Who? Eugene, perhaps?"

"No, it... was someone your age, sir... blonde hair..."

"I don't have any friends with blonde hair, as far as I can recall..."

"Exactly, which is why I sent them away. But they keep coming... each day. They have pale skin... blue eyes, sir."

I suddenly realised who it must have been. After all, she never said that it was a male friend... "It was the girl who phoned, wasn't it? Elsa?"

She nodded and I frowned. If she had really wanted to hurt me, why would she turn up every day?

"Is she here now?"

"No, I haven't seen her at all today. But she has been looking rather tired and sad. I'm a little worried about her, actually, now I think about her. She looked as if she hasn't slept or eaten in days. 

"If she comes again, please get her to see me?" I started to feel sick with fear. This was exactly how it happened when my parents died.  

I had overheard the nurses and doctors talking about me, and also the state of my parents. They were saying that my parents weren't sleeping or eating too. And when I did wake up, they told me sadly that my parents would never be seen again. And that wasn't my fault. I couldn't help being so sick, could I? But I could have told Elsa that I loved her, and if now if Elsa didn't get better, it would be all my fault. 

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Elsa's POV

We returned home after a long talk with my new therapist. I was feeling a lot better after it all, and the person I could thank for it all was my sister, Anna, who I had originally thought hated me. "Anna, can I go to the hospital?" I asked, like Anna was my mother and controlled everything I did.

"Maybe. It's not a wise idea though. I think Kristoff and I had better come too," she replied, obviously not trusting me anymore to be on my own. 

"OK, at least we're going!" 

"Yes..." When we got to the hospital, I felt overwhelmed, but Anna and Kristoff told me that I was doing amazingly. We talked to the nurse, and after a while, she let us in, but I don't think she was too happy about it.

Jack looked up at me, not expecting much and then almost exploded with joy when he saw me. "Elsa! I was so worried about you!"

"Really? I thought you hated me." Jack glanced at Anna and Kristoff, and I knew that he was wondering why on earth they had come too. 

"Why is your sister here?" he asked, and I hesitated, and Anna looked a little embarrassed.

"We're here for moral support," Kristoff told him, and I smiled at him. Maybe he wasn't too bad after all.

"Why? H-has something happened?"

My sister looked coldly at him, and said in a frosty tone, "Elsa hasn't been too happy lately. I wonder why..."

"Was it anything to do with me?"

Anna was fed up with him, so she said, "Yes, it was. You almost killed her. You would have done if she hadn't been honest with me!"

Jack looked at me the same way that I had previously done when he had broken his arm - a mix of shame, sorrow and shock.