Too Much To Handle Alone

Thirty Three

"I Found You Without Looking And Love You Without Trying."
~ Mark Anthony
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Kennedy's Pov
I crash through the emergency room doors with Jason hanging onto my shoulder. He can barely walk and he's bleeding everywhere. Before I even get to the front desk, doctors and nurses are already rushing to get Jason onto a gurney.

"Take him in for surgery STAT!"

"I need the defibrillator!"

"He's falling out of consciousness people let's go!"

I follow closely as the rush him down a long hallways. Jason is obviously trying really hard to stay awake but I can tell it's hard.

"Okay Miss, you can't go in here." A doctor told me as we approached two large doors. My eyes widened but I stopped anyway.

"I'm not leaving Jason! I love you!" I yell right before the doors close. I watch through the little window until they turn a corner and I can't see them anymore.

Then I turn around and start walking back to the waiting room. Tears slowly start to fall down my face and quickly go faster until I can't even control it. I collapse onto the floor in the middle of the hallway and cover my face with my hands as I start bawling.

This is all my fault. Jason got shot trying to protect me. He wouldn't have been shot if I hadn't gone like he said. I knew he could handle it himself. Why did I have to be so damn stubborn?! Nothing would've happened if I weren't there.

"Kennedy!"

I hear footsteps running towards me. I don't look up but I know who it is. Danny drops down beside me and pulls me into his embrace as he rubs my back comfortingly. I can feel him shaking, trying not to cry although I know he wants to. I grip his shirt into my hands tightly and soak his shirt with my tears.

"He'll be okay Kenny." Danny whispers shakily.

Is he trying to reassure me, or himself?

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It's been hours. I can't take this waiting to see if he's okay. He has to be okay. He's Jason. He's always okay.

Danny hasn't left my side since he got here and I haven't left his. We both know we need each other right now and to be frank, he's the only thing keeping me from causing an emotional scene in the middle of this hospital waiting room. Diane and my dad got here not long after Danny did and Nina is on a flight here from DC right now on her company jet.

"Here honey. Drink some juice. It'll calm your nerves." Diane said holding out a juice box for me to take. I just glance at it and look away. The mere thought of eating or drinking anything right now brings me immense nausea. Diane sighed and sat back down.

I'm past the point of tears now. I just stare blankly at my shoes. They have spots of blood on them. I don't know who's. Mine? Jason's? Both?

"Hey. What are you thinking about kid?" Dad asks coming over and sitting down in the empty seat on the other side of me. My mind immediately flashes to the drive here with Jason.

(three hours ago)
I'm speeding down the street faster than I've ever driven since I got my license. Jason is falling in and out of consciousness right beside me. A pool of his blood forming in my passenger seat.

"COME ON MOVE!" I scream as I lay on the horn at the slow drivers ahead of me. Out of my peripherals I see Jason's head turn towards me. His eyes flutter open and shut as he tries to stay awake.

"Kennedy." He calls to me. I can hear the weakness in his voice. The voice someone uses when they're about to give up.

"Don't say anything Jason. Just stay awake. You're going to be okay." I assure.