Jason pov-
I reach my truck I dug into my pocket to grabbed my keys but my fingers stop when I feel paper in my pocket. I pulled out luna's number I must have forgotten to throw in the trash when I walked in the hospital, my eyes burned with rage as stared at her number. " I hope this bitch gets what she deserves"I whispered angrily I crinkled up the paper and threw on the ground.
I took out my key and unlocked my truck then i went inside i shut my door and sat quietly. My gaze was drifted to the hospital my eyes burned from crying, but I could feel the tears building up again I wiped my eyes so I wouldn't let any tears fall. I place my picture of Alex and me in my cupholder "don't cry you're going to see Alex again someday" I whispered I put my keys in the ignition and started up the truck I backed out the parking lot and drove down the road.
Alex pov-
I clutch Jason's picture it shook in my grip I then pulled it close to my chest and laid down on my side. I closed my eyes and open them slowly I felt tired Jason and I talking for hours made feel sleepy, I move the pillow to my head and snuggle deeper into the mattress. I still held the picture close to my chest " I hope to see you again Jason" I whispered sleepily my eyes finally shut closed as my breathing begin to slow down.... I fell asleep with picture of Jason smiling.
I woke up from the rays of the sun shining through the blinds I groaned and turned away from it. The picture was still in my hands I was going to back to sleep, but I was already awake from the sun waking me up I yawned and I placed picture beside and rubbed my right eye. Then it dawned on me today is the day I'm getting sent home and my dad going to be pissed when he sees me, panic rose in my chest....I wish Jason didn't leave me I had a feeling that I was going to have a panic attack. My panic attack didn't take control of me since Samantha came in just in time to distract me, "good morning I hope you slept well I'm only here to drop off your clothes and changed your bandages" she said.
"Morning Samatha," I said Samatha smiled since I been ignoring her for the couple days I didn't want her to feel unwanted when I leave. Beside shes been taking good care of me, she walked in with a metal table and rolled it beside my table there was also a tray of food underneath the table. I sat up as she moved the covers off me "how are you feeling today?" she asked unwrapping my old bandages off my chest to check the stitches didn't come out.
"I'm okay...just tired," I said giving her answer that off my heading how was feeling right now nervous and fear. But I didn't want to tell her the truth she smile more at my answer and comments that doctor stephen will take out the stitches on my arms and my chest in 6 weeks. Then samatha begin to clean my chest with and apply new bandages she told me if I wanted to take a shower before I go. that there is a roll of plastic in the bathroom to cover up my bandages, I give her a nod and thank her. "Are you excited to go home" she asked as she begin to work on my arms i stayed quiet and decide to not to answer her this time.
If excitement was supposed to be good why does it make my body feel like its getting crushed? Samatha gave me sad smile when I stopped talking to her, she continues to do my bandages and finished after 6 minutes. She handed my breakfast and she placed a cup of water and two ibuprofen on the table, "doctor Stephen signed your release form so when you get your clothes you can go home and your legal guardian should be on their way to pick you up" she said.
I begin scarf down my breakfast I wanted to make myself feel sick when she mentioned legal guardian. I needed something to puke up when I finished because I could feel a panic attack rising in my chest, I need some relief for a small bit before my "legal guardian" gets here. I finished eating and handed her the plate of empty food she smiled that I finally ate a whole meal. Samatha goes to my monitor and disconnects so I wouldn't trip and fall she leaves my room with my plate and dirty gauze before I had a breakdown of my father coming to get me the urge of vomiting up my breakfast was becoming stronger it was thing I was thinking of now. I slowly got out of my bed and walked to the bathroom that was in my room.
