in love with a pornstar (modern au fanfic LAMS)

chapter 44

a/n: talk about death, ptsd, and anxiety feel free to skip if need be <3

third person

"say sike right now." alex said in all seriousness.

for the second time that day, alexander was getting hit by maria.

"what are we going to do!?" eleanor begins pacing around the small room. "we need to leave, henry will find us and he'll kill us!"

"no, we'll figure something out!" peggy tries to reassure her, but it was really just an attempt to reassure herself too.

"no, he'll continue to find us. it'll be an endless cycle of running."

the room falls silent, everyone is now staring at john.

"i'm not asleep." john murmurs, opening his eyes and looking around the room.

"didn't think you were." everyone replies.

"i'll go get the doctor." maria speaks, walking out of the room.

"are you okay?" alex asks, frowning when john pulled his hand away from his.

"yeah, i'm totally fine after arguing with my boyfriend and then sleeping for a long ass time." john replied back sarcastically.

"you're still my boyfriend?" alex smiles.

"shut the fuck up." john growls.

before alex can respond eleanor does. "language."

"why aren't you at work?" john questions.

eleanor scoffs. "that's your first thought when you see me? no, 'hi ma, what happened'? or 'i'm sorry for scaring you twice now'?"

john turns red, looking away from his mother's glare. "sorry, ma."

"i accept your poor excuse of an apology." she walks over to the bed and kisses his forehead.

after a few minutes the doctor comes back in with maria behind him. he asks john some basic questions, then asks him to do some basic things.

"can you lift up your arm? feel free to stop at anytime it begins to hurt."

john nods, slowly lifting up the arm that had the fresh bandage. the doctor watched him closely, examining where the wound was. john grimaces, breathing in sharply through his nose. it was obvious he was in pain but he wanted to get out of the hospital as soon as possible, so if that meant faking being strong, that's what he would do.

everyone in the room saw right through john's plan, they immediately stopped him from putting his arm up any further when they saw he was straining. he rolled his eyes at them, huffing when he couldn't try and push himself.

"we would like to keep you here for the next week to see how you being to heal, after that we will give you instructions on how to take care of yourself outside of here."

the doctor dismisses himself from the room, allowing john to talk to his mother and friends.

"so," john starts to speak after drinking water along with a painkiller the doctor had brought him. "when are we fleeing the country?"