Joshifer To The Rescue (a Joshifer fanfic)

Chapter 32

I told Josh that I wouldn't do it, I promised thousands of times. He'd kill me if he found out.

Too late.

My body lay lifeless on the floor, eyes closed, my wrist surrounded in a pool of blood from where I made my many cuts.

Everything happened in a flash, Liam came in my room to look for some food, and found me, unconscious, and called Woody, Sam, Jena. And Liz.

They called an ambulance and soon I was in a hospital. Everything was blurred and black from there.

I woke up to quiet speaking beside me, and a bandage around my wrist that was cutting the off circulation to my hand and fingers.

"Ugh," I let out a loud moan, prying my eyes open. Jena, Liam, Sam, and Woody were all sitting in my hospital room, looking to be playing some sort of card game.

"Oh, Jenny is awake." Woody said, giving me a sad smile.

I let out another moan, and they all crowded around my bed. "How ya feeling?" Liam asked, grabbing onto my hand.

"I don't know." I croaked, "I feel sorta, numb. I don't feel anything, anything but a broken heart." Everyone stayed silent for a moment. My thoughts wandered to Josh. Did he know? Did he care that I tried to kill myself because of him? And if he did know, was he coming back to see if me and his unborn child are alright?

"We called Josh," Sam said, "many times actually."

"He never picked up." Jena said quietly.

"When can I go home?" I asked.

"Not sure, we have to clear it with the doctors. But when you do get out, you're gonna come live in my hotel room for a while." Liam spoke slowly, giving me time to process each I his words.

"Ya, sure, that's okay." I shrugged, not caring. "When can I get back to set?" I asked, determined to start working again.

"Not for a while. And Francis said its okay, they still need time to build sets and stuff, so you're gonna chill for a little while." Woody explained.

"What time is it?" I asked, sitting up.

"Around midnight." Jena said.

"We were just playing Chinese rummy because we were bored and going to go home soon." Sam said.

"Let me go speak with the doctors." Woody left the room, flagging down a doctor who evaluated me, took an ultrasound of the baby, gave me a picture, and then discharged me.

I rode home with Liam in silence, holding onto his hand tightly. "Thank you for being so nice to me, I really don't deserve it."

"You do deserve it, especially after Josh was such an ass. And I'm just being my normal, nice and helpful self." He grinned, causing me to actually laugh. And a real laugh, not a fake one.

When we got back to the hotel, I crashed in the extra bedroom in Liam's massive hotel room.

I couldn't find sleep. Sleep couldn't find me. And when it finally did, I only slept for half an hour before a horrid nightmare flashed in my mind.

My bare feet made no sound against the wood floor as I tip toed to where Liam was sleeping. I felt bad, having to wake him up when he hadn't slept all night, but I needed someone.

I slowly opened the door, waking Liam in the process. "Jen, what do you need?"

"Can I sleep with you? Just for tonight?" I sounded like a child talking to their mother, but I didn't care. Liam shook his head, and I jumped in bed next to him. I payed against his chest, loving the feeling of having someone wrap their warm arms around me again.

"Jen?"

"Hmm," I hummed quietly.

"Why would you try to kill yourself?" Liam asked quietly, and I was thrown off guard by his question.

"I was mad. Mad at me, at Josh, at the world. I just wanted to be gone. I don't want to live through this pain anymore." I mumbled, finally falling asleep.

The next morning was interesting. I woke up to Willow and Jena giggling. "What?"

"We took a picture of you two sleeping together and we're gonna send it to Josh." Willow said, looking at Jena's phone. I was too tired and confused to care. About the picture or the fact that they were sending it to Josh.