This is life.

43 ➤ Free

A/N- Yaas bish after you read this a lot will change, sorry that it may seem a little rushed but I have to make up for the 3 months that were on standby, I feel really behind so yeah, this is to make up for it, I'm half way through the second chapter, it will make you cry it will make you laugh and it will leave you feeling more confused then a person who has amnesia! I would have done a double update but I didn't want to waste time when this chapter is already done, so enjoy, and please comment, vote, follow, etc.. it means a lot! xx

p.s- Thank you all so much for the positive feedback! I read the comments and I can't help but feel so...happy that you all enjoyed the last chapter, I hope you like this one just as much x

p.ps- I should be doing homework but I'd rather work on chapter 44 for you guys, I love ya'll that much! <3

After a few more minutes pass, our moment is broken when a young female nurse enters the room with a cart filled with what seems like IV bags and IV bags and IV bags and IV bags and, oh you guessed it- more IV bags. I scorn when I realise it must be my treatment. Dear lord so many different types, and they're sure I need all of them? Why do I feel as if I should worry? "Sir, if you could leave the room so I can give the patient her medication and fluids, please." She tells him. He nods and leaves the bed, his warmth leaving with him. I find myself already missing his close presence yet he's still within two feet of me. It's ridiculous, I know.

Jason leans down and gives me another gentle kiss on the forehead, it lasts longer than needed but I wasn't complaining. I want to savour what could be perhaps the last kiss I shall ever get from him. When he pulls away no longer than a second passes before he rests his forehead against mine. "Goodbye for now. Rest for me, please? Look after yourself." He mumbles, I feel his warm breath on my face and for some reason found it comforting. I also found it comforting that he said 'for now'. At least our final goodbye wouldn't have to be in this horrifying hospital. I nod and he grabs my hand, squeezing it lightly. His hand slips away from mine torturously slow and when it's left to our fingertips losing contact I can honestly say I understand what Jason meant earlier. I feel this intense hollow and empty feeling inside of my chest that's stronger than imaginable.

I watch helplessly as he leaves the room and I'm close to begging him and telling him to stay but I force myself not to speak, for I don't wish for more problems that aren't already on my full plate. He very quietly closes the door behind him, leaving the nurse and I to have the private time she so desperately needed. I had forgotten she was even in the room. She gives me an awkward smile in which I return nothing more than a bored look with a hint of annoyance. She rolls the small cart over to beside the bed. She puts on gloves as she spoke.

"Was that your boyfriend?" She asks casually. That single question alone makes me want to just rip her throat out. But of course, I can never do such a thing. I try to remain calm. I clear my throat awkwardly as I shake my head. "Ah no-pe. N-o-t my boyfr-ien-d." I informed as I watched her quickly set up a new needle attached to a thin transparent tube. She quickly grabbed sterilized cotton square and dabbed it over my scar covered arm. I feel hideous looking at it. But of course she 'ignores' it. "You may feel a slight pinch," She warns. She pushes the needle past my barrier of skin and I'm unfazed. Hello I've been shot and smacked on the head with a gun. I'm pretty sure needles can't scare me anymore. 

She quickly tapes the needle down and pulls one of the standing poles nearby with the old medication towards her. She unhooks the old fluid bag and places it carelessly at the bottom of the cart before grabbing a new one from the top. She pulls of the sealing cap of the bag and inserts the other end of the tube. I watch as the thick liquid slowly travels down the tube and into the opening of the needle. And soon I feel the coldness of the medicine enter my arm. "Your husband,then?" She asks again. She looks at me briefly before repeating the process with another needle followed by a second IV bag filled with another dose of medication. I'm too lazy to bother reading the description and contents of the labelled bags. If it's what I need then that's all that is to it.