Aftermath

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That night I stayed at Jeremy's House. We definitely kept it clean. For the most part anyways. We did sleep in the same bed but nothing happened. When I woke up the next morning Jeremy was already awake and making breakfast. He is an amazing cook, so he made waffles bacon and eggs. He made the waffles from scratch.

"Thank you for making me breakfast babe." I said.

"No problem." Jeremy replied. "Wait. Did you just call me babe?"

"Yes?" I replied unsure.

"Oh. My. God!" He yelled, "You called me babe! I love you so much Khloe." He exclaimed. After that little mini rant he came over to me and started passionately kissing me. After we finished making out he took me home. On the way we were going through a green light, and Jeremy was holding my hand. Then all of a sudden....
BAM! A car came out of nowhere and t-boned us. We spun out and I saw someone running over to the car right before everything went black.

Time Skip 4 hours

Four hours later I woke up in the hospital. At first I thought I had another attack, then I remembered the  accident. I started hyperventilating. I looked around the hospital room found my dad sitting in the corner chair asleep.

"Dad?" I asked timidly.

"Hmm. Khloe? Honey are you awake?" My dad asked.

"Yes. Wait where's Jeremy? I need to see him." I panicked.

"Honey you can see him but he might not look like himself right now." My dad explained "When you guys spun out you hit a telephone pole and the impact shattered the windshield. Jeremy realized what was happening and covered your body with his. When the windshield shattered the fragments hit his body and cut him up pretty bad." Dad explained.

"I don't care I need to see him." I yelled out of frustration. Why did he use himself as a human shield? I was almost mad at him but at the same time it was more of a terrified angry.

"Okay Khloe, calm down after the doctor gives you clearance we can go see him." My dad reasoned.

"Okay fine but right after I'm cleared." I said. The doctor came in and checked everything to make sure I didn't need to stay. He said that I was fine to go home but to take it easy considering I had a concussion. After the doctor left the nurses took my hospital gown and my dad gave me my favorite sweatpants and Jeremy's hoodie that he gave me the second week we were dating. When I was putting it on I smelled his cologne and started crying. That was the point I realized that it was about a week away from when I was supposed to start. Joy.

"I'm ready." I told my dad as I walked out of the bathroom.

"Okay, lets go see him." Dad said.

When we got to his room I walked over to his bed after saying hi to his parents in the doorway. He was awake but all cut up. I almost started crying when I saw him and realized how much pain he must have been in. I ran over to him and sat down next to him.

"Hi baby." Jeremy croaked.

"Hi. Jeremy are you okay?" I asked him.

"I mean I could be better but I am glad you are okay." He said. Why is he being so nice? Part of me wanted to yell at him and scream at him for being so stupid and protecting me.

"Why did you do it Jeremy?" I asked.

"I needed to protect you. I couldn't see you get hurt. My instincts kicked in and I created a barrier between you and the glass. Are you mad at me?"

"Jeremy honestly yes but can you really blame me? But I am not super angry. I mean there is a part of me wishes you would have been a little smarter about this but I'm glad that you are alive." I replied completely honest.

"Well the doctor is discharging me tomorrow, and I was wondering if you would come over to keep me company?" Jeremy asked. I laughed. Of course he was trying to make a date the day after he got out of the hospital.

"Okay fine. I will have my dad bring me over." I said. "I am going to go home now. I love you so much, and will see you tomorrow." I said.

"Okay bye babe." He said. And as I was walking out the door he yelled, "Hey, nice hoodie by the way." I turned around and smirked.

"Thanks." I said. When we got home there was a police officer. He wanted to ask me questions, and when I asked him why he said,
"It's all part of the aftermath."

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