TRUST ME - a Joult fanfic- Book 2

TRUST ME - chapter 8

All my aches were joined as a chorus to sing pain throughout my flesh and thoughts. The pain was dense and dazzling traveled in my body in pounding waves.

I tasted blood.

Words were reaching me, but none that I understood. I heard the faint sound of a machine buzzing.

Only one eye would open.

I was lay in a hospital bed.

Nicholas, my parents and a male doctor stood over me. The blinds were shut. and I could hear the noise in the corridor outside my room.

They saw my eye open and I sat up, aching in my ribs, my legs, my chest, my everywhere.

Nic came rushing to my side crying,"Jennifer! Sweetheart are you okay?"

Before I could answer, Nicholas's lips were pressed against mine. Where they belonged. The dying flame burning inside me suddenly came roaring to life.

I pulled away before turning to my parents. My mother was sobbing and holding a used tissue in her hand. My father who had his arm round my mother, smiled at me.

I tried to slide closer towards my parents for a hug, I needed somebody to pull me close and hold me until I fall asleep. But i couldn't instead I cried out in pain.

The doctor informed me, that I am not aloud to move, I have one black eye, severe bruising, two broken ribs, minor internal bleeding and a concussion. I have to rest.

I rested my head on my pillow again, and fixed my eyes on Nicholas's eyes, and eventually I fell asleep.

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I am desperately struggling these past few weeks. Stuck in solitude. Hours pass by when i do nothing more, than roll over onto my side and watch the rain drops slide down the glass of the window.

To my surprise Nicholas hasn't come to visit me since the day I opened my eyes. I miss him so bad it hurts. I don't understand why he hasn't come to see me? Maybe...he's too busy looking after Layla.

I'm finding it very hard to keep myself from pulling out all of the wires of my body and closing my eyes and slipping into the black. I know I'm selfish, but I don't care anymore, I've come to the conclusion that for as long as I'm in here, I only have to think about myself because honestly nothing else matters. That's what I feel like now.

I've given up. I blame Nicholas.