Journal #1-2: How many times will I be in the hospital?

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I woke up to the sound of a heart-beat monitor and I think a bumpy road. I sat up, which was a bad decision. The people who's faces I couldn't make out with the lighting told me to not move or I may puncture a lung or make my condition worse. I obeyed, and I saw my savior. Shaun.

"Shaun? Why are you here? Where am I?"

"I saw the fu....bad guys run out the front door and I knew something wasn't right, so I went to where they came from and found you on the ground. I saw your rib cage wasn't right because your tight-fit shirt, and hollered for help. Lucky day for that shirt, huh?"

"I guess...why did you care to go look what they did?"

"You. I know I haven't been the best lately, and I told them off when they tried to get your house address. They told me I'd regret it, but I think I'd regret losing you more then my little secret getting out."

"What do they have on you anyway?"

"Not now.." he said while making side glances at the others, hinting now wasn't the time.

"Oh....well, where are we?"

"On the way to the hospital. M.J. and your mom will be there. Hopefully M.J. won't kill me."

"Give me a paper and pen."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

He shrugged and gave me the pen and put the paper down on a clip board so I could write. I wrote, 'Shaun isn't to blame. Don't woop his ass M.J.--Jake' As I finished, the heartbeat monitor spiked as a sharp pain shot in my chest. The figures noticed and gave me something. All I know is that it helped the pain and knocked my ass out.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 07, 2019 ⏰

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