Hot For Teacher

Chapter 8

3 Days Later

"Good morning Brooke," the nurse comes in with my breakfast.

"Good morning. When Jason gets here can you make sure someone tells him to come to my room. I need to talk to him," I sit up slowly.

"Yeah ma'am. Can I do anything else for you?" She asks.

"No, that is all," I eat slowly, as normal. I turn the tv on to watch it just wondering when Jason will get here. I have thought about it these last three days and I know I will regret not giving him a second chance. There is just something about him. I can't put my finger on it, but he is different from other guys I have liked in the past. I hear the door close and look to see Jason. He doesn't look good. It looks like he has cried, and hasn't slept in days.

"Hey," I look at him, but neither of us make eye contact.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Jason crosses his arms.

"Yeah, I have been thinking..." I start, but he cuts me off.

"You change your mind? I figured," he sighs.

"Yeah," I look away, turning the tv off.

"Alright, I'll go sign the papers if you want to get dressed," he speaks plainly.

"I might need help," I look at him and he nods. I move the tray as he leaves. I hang my feet over the edge of the bed.

"Alright," he comes in and helps me. I squeeze onto his arms as he walks me to the bathroom. I change, using the wall to balance and come back out.

"Do you want to keep walking?" He rushes to me quickly.

"It hurts, but I can," I smile a little. He lifts me up and I hold onto him.

"It's okay, I don't mind helping you with anything. You don't even have to hesitate to ask me for help," he kisses my head and I nod.

Once we are back home, he carries me to my room and carefully lays me down.

"I'll be in my office. I will bring you lunch around twelve," he leaves the room. I hate the tension. I hate seeing him looking the way he feels because I hate that he is feeling hurt. I hate seeing that he hasn't slept or has barely slept. I hate that it's my fault. I can't do this if we are just going to have this tension. It's not healthy, for either of us. I turn the tv on and go to Netflix and put on Forensic Files. I fall asleep a short time later.

"Brooke, Brooke," I open my eyes and Jason has a plate with food.

"Hm?" I look at him confused.

"It's time for lunch," he says.

"No I just fell asleep like five minutes ago," I look at the clock on the nightstand.

"It's okay, you can go back to sleep once you eat," he sets the plate down.

"Wait, can you stay in here?" I ask him.

"Well I was going to so I could take the trash to the kitchen for you," he walks to the other side of the bed and sits down. I eat slowly, it's normal for me to eat slow, but it is more time I have with him. Sitting next to him is better than being alone. When I finished he takes my plate and leaves the room. I lay back down and close my eyes. I am almost asleep when I feel the bed dip and an arm wrap around me carefully.

"I will be right here for you," Jason whispers in my ear. I turn and look at him.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"No thank you for another chance," he kiss my forehead softly. After a few seconds he sits up and pull a stack of papers out. I rest my forehead against his side and let an arm rest across his lower chest, upper stomach area. He clicks a pen and I feel him rub my back softly. I close my eyes and sleep in a matter of seconds feeling safe again.