The Badass returns (completed)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Eight

Lexi's POV

I looked at the sleeping boy next to me and couldn't help but smile. By the clear dishevelled look, I could tell that he had been sitting there a while and by the looks of it he had been stressed.

I was about to call to him but as I opened my mouth to speak, a nurse walked into the room a clip board in hand. When she saw me awake a shocked look crossed her face before she dashed out. Moments later a group of doctors and nurses followed her in. Startling Tyson awake.

"Lexi your awake?" He asked somewhat in disbelief. I went to reply but before I could he was assured out of the room. Numerous doctors began to take tests and ask questions wanting to check if I was okay.

It seemed like a lifetime before they all left me and Tyson walked back into the room. A sad look etched on his face. Instantly the worst thoughts came to my mind. "Is Jason okay?"

He nodded. "He's fine, got out of the hospital yesterday."

A small breath of relief escaped my lips. I had done what I had promised I had kept him alive. "He father?" I asked.

"He got away, some of the boys are out tracking him though. But he's smart, really smart!"

I nodded again, patting the empty spot next to me on the bed. He took my lead and plopped himself down next to me.

"I'm so sorry!" I commented, my eyes prickling. I didn't like that there was anger between us, that I had upset him.

He shook his head urging me to be quite. "Its fine we are all okay. Everything is going to be fine."

I couldn't help but think that that wasn't true. But just as I had had the energy to talk to him , that energy disappeared. I couldn't be bothered arguing now, I just wanted to rest.

"I love you Tyson." I whispered as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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1 month later

I couldn't describe how great the feeling was. To be out in the sunshine and fresh air. To be home.

The hospital had made me stay just under four weeks. Even though I remembered everything that happened there was lot of rehab that I had to do. Getting shot twice like I was wasn't an easy thing to come back from.

The rehab I had been through in the last two months had been hard but what had been harder was dealing with my relationships with the boys. I had lost a lot of their trust when I had left without talking to them. Although, they were all talking to me and taking care of me I knew that I had a lot of explaining to do. The hospital wasn't the most private place to talk, so the big discussion had been put on hold until I was better and I was back.

Jarrod rushed to my side and grabbed my arm as I stepped out of the vehicle. I pushed him off as soon as he touched me. "Jarrod I can walk, I'm fine."

Even though the boys had been angry with me, they had still be over the top caring for me. I hadn't spent one moment alone in the last few weeks.

Moving away like I asked, he grabbed my bag and followed me closely as I walked up the stairs, as if he was afraid I was going to fall at any moment.

A large group of boys were sitting in the lounge, the stopped chatting as soon as I walked into the room. Their attention all directed at me.

"Good Morning lads," I spoke, almost nervous to talk them all. This was the first time I had seen so many of them at once since the night of the injury.