Written in the Rockstars (Completed)

Chapter 28- The Survivor

Jack's P.O.V

Honestly?  I was terrified. 

I needed Annabel to be okay.  The doctors said she would be,  but that could never have stopped me thinking the worst. I loved Annabel so much. I'd made some terrible mistakes,  I wouldn't deny it,  but I never stopped loving her. My beautiful,  ever-loving Annabel.

Lucy and I arrived at the hospital after a fifteen minute drive.  There was definitely something up with her. She'd said that she didn't want to talk about it. I couldn't help but wonder who Brodie was. I mean,  yes, she mentioned that he was Melanie Wilson's brother.  But that didn't escape from the fact that there was some sort of tension between them.

That was a puzzle for another day.

I leapt from the car,  slamming the door forcefully.  Lucy appeared on the other side, cradling her baby bump.  She offered me a meek smile,  before we strolled towards the entrance.

" Jack," Lucy said,  "You go ahead,  if you want. I'm slowing you down. "

I smiled appreciatively and jogged ahead.

I headed to the reception desk,  where a young woman was sitting at a computer.  Her fingers flew across the keyboard,  creating a light tapping.  Her wrists were laden with gold bracelets that jangled every time she moved her hands.

" Excuse me? " I said,  leaning against the counter.

" Yes, m'dear? How can I help? " She turned to face me, her looped earrings swinging beneath her bouncing, black bob.

" I'm here to see Annabel Anderson. "

" Two seconds, hun'," She faced her computer again,  clicking with the silver mouse and tapping on the keys.

" Alright.  Are you a relative? " She asked.

"I'm her boyfriend," I told her.

She reached across the desk and picked up a phone.  She dialled a number and placed it to her ear, examining her scarlet nails as she waited.

" Hello?"

" Yes. That's right."

"I've got Annabel Anderson's boyfriend here."

She placed the phone against her lilac jumper and questioned me,  "What's your name? "

" Jack. Jack Rochester. "

She nodded and continued her conversation. I scanned the waiting room,  where I noticed Lucy, perched on the edge of a chair.  Her hair fell around her face as she rested her gaze on her lap.

" Right,  Mr Rochester," I spun around,  facing the receptionist.  " You can go up. She's on ward six, seven, four. Level two. "

" Thanks. "

I hurried over to Lucy, who decided to wait and see Annabel after me.  I nodded and made my way up to level two and followed the signs on the corridor.

Ward 670.

Ward 671.

Ward 672.

Ward 673.

Ward 674.

I stopped at the doorway,  my gaze following the beds lining the walls.  I spotted her, the bed in the corner.  She had a pale bandage around her head and a purpling bruise covering her cheek.  Her arm was resting in a sling,  a bandage tied around her upper arm.

Her eyes were closed,  her mouth in a thin line.  Her skin was a ghostly pale,  contrasting against her chocolate-coloured hair.

I sank down onto the chair next to her bed and reached for hand, which rested against the bed covers. I stroked her palm with the tip of my thumb,  watching her as she slept.

She moaned,  her eyelids fluttering open.  Her forehead creased as she frowned.

"Jack? " She croaked.

"Shhh. It's okay.  I'm here," I told her softly. 

" I'm sorry. "

" Don't worry about it.  You saved your mum. And Abbey was arrested."

" What happened to mum?  Is she okay? " Annabel asked urgently.

I shrugged, "They didn't tell me anything about your mum.  I'm sure she'll be fine though. "

" I hope so. Abbey really made her suffer," She paused,  before adding, "Where's Luce?"

I looked over my shoulder, towards the door way.  Lucy was leaning with her back against the wall,  opposite the ward.

" She's waiting out there, " I inclined my head towards her.

"I want to see her, " Annabel told me.

" Yes, ma'am," I saluted mockingly,  causing her to laugh softly.

I hurried across the ward,  grimacing as an old lady with greying hair hacked and coughed violently as I passed.

" Miss Anderson?  Miss Anderson would like to speak with you, " I announced, speaking with a posh,  English accent.

Lucy chuckled. "I hope you're not making fun of me. And Annabel,  at that."

" Me?" I held my hand to my heart dramatically, as I sniffled, trying to look hurt.

" Going for an Oscar, are we?" Lucy patted my arm,  before brushing past me.

An Oscar, eh? Never thought about that...