A Condemned Haven

Chapter 8

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Jack didn't know what to do but thank god that his mom did. They dragged her inside and laid her flat on the carpet. It looked like she was beaten with something and kicked a couple of times. She had a busted lip and a shiner coming on, but what his mom was really worried about was internal bleeding. His mom listened to her breathing and her heartbeat and just for a moment, it was like Jack couldn't breathe. Then his mom nodded and lifted Clarkes shirt to look at her stomach which already showed where the bruises were going to be.

"Mom is she gonna be okay?"

"I think so, but we really need to get her to a hospital. Do you know who would have wanted to do this? We need to call the police too."

"No mom she won't want the police."

"What do you mean?"

"You can't." Clarke found it hard to breath, but she knew if the police were called, they would only terrorize her and not do anything. She was already feeling pretty out of it with the memories of Brandon flitting through her head while she had been unconscious.

"Kiddo you really shouldn't be talking. You might be bleeding on the inside not to mention your cheek is starting to swell. We have to take you to the hospital."

"No please." God, anything but a hospital.

"Clarke you could die, my mom's a nurse, she knows what she's talking about."

"Then she can take care of me. No hospital."

"Mom can you do that?"

"We can hope she's not bleeding internally and if she is, that it resolves itself. Otherwise her face seems okay and she probably doesn't have a concussion. She can rest in your room Jack, help me move her."

"Clarke can you stand up?" She nodded before nearly collapsing back onto the floor. Jack barely caught her by her before hoisting her into his arms. He hated to see her this way even though he barely knew her. Every time they were together, she threw him off his game.

"Okay, okay I got you. Come on my room is only a couple of feet. You're a lot heavier than you look." Clarke wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her. He set her down on the bed, pulling his blanket over her and setting her head on his pillow.

"It smells like lavender," Clarke laughed and then clutched her stomach at the pain that erupted.

"Oh yeah sorry do you not like it, it's my shampoo. My mom buys my soap and I never had the heart to tell her I smell like a girl, you know,"

"No, it smells good." Jack was acting like he had had his hand caught in the cookie jar and Clarke couldn't help but laugh.

"I can um go get some Febreze from my mom's room and is that pillow good because we have others. Are you warm enough; do you need more blankets? I know it's a little cold outside so I'm not sure. Sorry I babble when I'm nervous. Are you okay?"