Take Care | Channing Tatum

Chapter Twelve - The Calm Before The Storm.

We were waiting for 5 hours then Bruce Kyle -the doctor- came out of the surgery room.

He walked through us and said;

"She's out of the surgery. But she still needs to rest, she is still critic. We will let her go 2 days later. You can see her for 5 minutes."

Thank god.

I rushed to the room that she's in. I walked through the door and saw the most heartbreaking thing.

She was there. Her face was pale. Unbelievably pale. She looked.... not like herself. She looked. Dead. It broke my heart to see her like.....that. I can't believe this is real. This can't be real. And Chris was standing next to her, holding her hand.

What the fuck is he doing?

"Get out of here." I said walking through him.

"And why should I listen to you?" Chris said with a frustrated voice,letting go of Vanessa's hand walking through me.

"I'm not going to fight with you. Not now." I said throwing a angry glance at him.

"You better shouldn't." He said. I was going to punch him in the face but then my phone rang. I walked outside the room and answered it.

"Yes?"

"Channing? Where are you?" Said Jenna. Great timing.

"I can't talk to you Jenna." I said then saw Jonah coming through me.

"Who are you talking to?" Jonah said. I ignored him.

"But I have the right to know, right? I'm your girlfriend." Jenna said.

"Jenna we're not dating. Officially."

"Yes we are. We went on a date." She said in a 'duh' tone. Great.

"YOU ARE TALKING TO JENNA?" Whisper/shouted Jonah. I ignored him again and he sighed then walked to Vanessa's room.

"I need to go now. We will discuss this later." I said then hung up. Why all these stuff happens in the wrong time?

I walked through the room 306. I heard Vanessa talking. She woke up? She was talking to Chris. Great. Fucking great.

~Vanessa's P.O.V~

I tried to open my eyes slowly but I couldn't. The light was too bright. Am I dead? I better should be in heaven. But no I was not dead because I could hear someone talking. Who's voice is that? Chris? What is he doing here? It's very thoughtful of him tho. He's so polite and kind. All the time. I could feel somebody touching my hand. Probably him. I tried once again to open my eyes. And I succeed this time. I looked around. 'A typical hospital room, smelling medicine and all white' I thought. I tried to sit straight by getting some support from my arms but I'm so cleaver that I forgot that I've been shoot from the arm.

"Nope you're not going anywhere." Said Chris.

"But I'm fine." I said.

"You look like a zombie." He said with a half smile. I chuckled.

"Wow thanks. That's cool. I guess." I said glancing at him. He smiled. He looks so gorgeous when he smiles. Me being a pervert again.

"You need some water?" He asked.

"Yes. But I need some aspirin too. My headache is awful." I said

"I'll get you some."

"I can reach it." I said with a 'duh' tone.

"No you can't."

"Yes I can't." I agreed. There's no way that I could get up and pour myself a glass of water.