Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
suicide - james arthur
| you've been killing me softly|
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
the next day

graysons hand held tightly onto my waist, holding onto the night gown that the hospital had put me in. my arm wrapped around his neck, holding onto him for support.

"just take it easy." his voice stayed calm, not wanting me to get frustrated.

I closed my eyes, inhaling a deep breath as I listened to his words, trying to not let my anger get the best of me.

"maybe we should wait a couple days for your wounds to heal before you try and move around." the nurse suggested, a look of concern laced in her facial expressions from seeing me struggle.

I lifted my head to look at her, my eyebrows staying sharply narrowed. "Im fine." I spoke in a stern tone. "I need to see him."

she nodded her head to show that she understood me, pushing the wheel chair closer to me.

after calming down, slowly, grayson helped me lean backwards a bit and sat me down into the wheel chair.

a sharp pain felt like it had shot in my rib, causing me to pause for a second, followed by a shaky breath to escape my mouth.

i let myself adjust in the chair to where I would no longer feel the sharp pain, then cleared my throat in order to hide the pain.

"you okay?" grayson asked as he fully let go of me, stepping back to look at me.

I blinked a couple of times before looking up to him. "I'm fine." I told him in a low voice, not wanting anyone to worry about me.

"I have to tell you," the nurse caught my attention, causing both grayson and I to turn towards her. "the bullet took off a small piece of ethan's brain."

immediately after the words left her mouth, my heart felt like it had dropped to my stomach, making me feel sick.

"because of that, a small part of his memory stem is dead." she informed us using a tone as if she were letting us down. "doctors said his memories within' the past year will be a little bit hazy. so, don't overwhelm him."

my jaw clenched hard to keep myself from becoming emotional, keeping my eyes glued towards the ground. "I knew it." I mumbled in a deep tone to myself.

the room stayed quiet as my mind could only think of the worse possible scenarios.

graysons hand placed onto my shoulder for comfort, but it just caused my emotions to fully break out.

my lips broke apart as I let out a few silent cries, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. a tear fell from my cheek, from fear that the person I love wouldn't remember me.

I could sense someone bend down to be face to face with me, causing my eyes to open.

"you love ethan very much, don't you?" the nurses brown eyes pinned onto mine as she looked at me like she were admiring me.

I inhaled a deep breath as my teeth chewed on the inside of my cheek, then as I exhaled, I nodded my head. "yes." my voice cracked weakly.