psychotic; jmb

chapter eight

joey's pov

tayler ran beside me with rose in his arms. we burst through the hospital doors.

"help!" i grasped my knees in effect to catch my breath.

a few doctors with scrubs rush to us with a bed and an iv tube. tayler set her on the bed and one of the doctors placed the iv into her hand. another doctor pushed her shirt down on the side i hit her and placed gauze on the wound.

tears welled in my eyes again as i watched the doctors push her through the second set of doors. the little rectangular windows in the doors only allowed me to see a little bit of her as they pushed her down the hallway.

my breathing pattern is unsteady, but i still walk over to the front desk. she hands me a clipboard and a set of papers, "you'll need to fill these out." she eyes tayler as he presses up against the desk with a shirt drenched in rose's blood.

we sit down with all the other miserable people. the looks on our faces cause us to fit in well with them. i glance down at the paper to see the first question, though i don't feel like doing anything but waiting for her at the moment. it reads: "what is your reason for being admitted to the emergency room?" shit.

i lean over to tayler and whisper, "i need a coverup for why she was shot." my eyes glance at the question.

"say, she was shot," his voice cracks when he mumbles 'shot' and his eyes stay looking at his hands.

i nod and write it down. after about 20 endless questions, i'm only halfway.

a doctor comes out and tayler and i both look up. the doctor mumbles something to a nurse then announces, "the people to see the girl that came in about an hour ago can come into her room."

i checked my watch to see that it'd been an hour since we came.  tayler stood up and i followed him towards the doctor.

"she's in surgery now, but you can come stay in her room for now," the doctor walks towards the doors and opens one for us.

i stop my movements and say, "is she gonna be okay?"

"we don't know yet, sir. they're taking the bullet out now," he shrugs and i nod.

he leads us to the room b3625 and opens the door.  and empty bed with clean white covers sits lifeless in the middle of the room and two wood and vinyl chairs sit on each side of it.  tayler takes the chair on the left side, so i sit on the right and take out my phone.

three missed calls from mark

i ignore the notification and call kate instead.  she answers almost immediately and her voice sounds panicky as it blares through the speaker.  i haven't called her since rose arrived at my house the first time.

"i need you to come to fort mill's hospital.  she was shot,"

i can hear her let out a cry and she mumbles a 'mmhm'.  the phone hangs up and i set it down on my chair's armrest.

tayler and i sit in silence till the door opens and the same doctor comes in, "about an hour left on her surgery, so don't worry because it's looking good." and then he leaves.  the silence slowly creeps back into the room as the door shuts. 

***

i feel a pain growing in my head as i open my eyes. tayler is standing there above me, hitting my head. once he sees that i'm awake, he points to a small body laying on the bed.

holy shit.

that's rose's small body! i run over to the bed and stare at her lifeless face. the background noise of the cardiac monitor makes me feel one hundred times better, seeing as though it means her heart is healthy and beating. her chest moves up and down as she breathes in and out.

i gently grab her cheek and stare at the small details in her face. a few freckles, tiny nose, plump pink lips, a scar on her left side next to her eye. she's beautiful.

and not to mention, her body. damn! she looks amazing in everything. even if it's a hospital gown.

my hand trails up her cheek and grazed a piece of her soft brown hair. as i did that, her eyes fluttered open and her beautiful blue eyes stared at my hazel eyes.

"how are you feeling?" i ask as her hand grabs my cheek too.

she bites her lip, "my shoulder hurts."

"i'm so sorry rose," i look down at her bandaged wound.

her eyes shift from tayler to me, "i just wanna go home."

she lifts up her upper half and i help by placing a pillow behind her back.

"we will, princess.  we will," i rub her temple and she smiles sweetly.