16 and Pregnant

Amelia Seinfeld (continued)

Brandon laid on the hospital bed unconscious. He had all types of tubes and wiring running through his body. His bare chest was stitched up and bandaged along with his punctured organs. The knife cut into his abdomen, punctured his stomach and tore his lung tissue on the lower left side. He'd been like this for two days and the chances of him waking up grew more and more slim by the second. Who would do something like this to him. He didn't have too many friends or enemies. No one hated him, no one liked him. He was just kind of there. My heart sunk as I stared at him on that bed. I couldn't imagine him not being here with me anymore. I started to cry. I just wanted someone to talk to, someone to help me, but I was alone. I thought of Mom and then of Amy. Oh, Amy! I wish I could see her. I just want to talk to her, but I can't. Brandon is all I have right now and he's nearly gone.

A nurse walked into the room to change Brandon's bandages and give him some more medicine.
"How is he?" I asked. The nurse looked at her clipboard.
"He seams to be doing better. Hopefully we'll see some improvements in the next few days." She said and gave me a sympathetic look. I smiled back in relief that they felt he was getting better. But I couldn't help but wonder about who would ever want to do something like this to Brandon. All of the sudden, I heard Brandon cough. I looked up at him and he was beginning to open his eyes.
"Brandon!" I rushed over to his bedside. His breath smelled sour, but that didn't stop me from kissing his cracked lips.
"Jo-Josephine." He murmured. Brandon winced as he lifted an arm to wrap around me.
"What happened to you, Brandon?" I asked he and he didn't look at me. He cringed and tears started streaming down his face.
"No! I can't!" He trembled as he began to remember. I held his hand to stop his shaking and the tears kept coming.
"Nurse!" I yelled and she ran into the room. Brandon was hyperventilating and his wounds began bleeding through his bandages as he trembled in fear. The nurse held him down and tried to calm him.
"Shh. Calm down, Hon." She whispered to him and injected a clear liquid into his IV tube. He started calming down and his breathing returned to normal.
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The same detective from Brandon's apartment now stood over his hospital bed.
"Can you tell us what happened?" The man asked Brandon and Brandon cringed. He nodded.
"Okay. Tell us." The detective said. He waited patiently as Brandon hesitated. He shook under the sheets, traumatized.
"I can't." He said.
"Sir, please. We need t-"
"Tell her to leave then. I can't say with her in here." Brandon wouldn't look at me as the nurse escorted me out of the room. Why won't he tell me? I need to know.
"Please don't take me out of the room. That's my boyfriend." I pleaded. The nurse apologized and shut the door behind behind me. I stared through the glass.
"No use. The door is sound proof." The nurse said. She leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed. I turned around to look at her.
"I don't want to hear him. I just want to see him." I said and she stood up straight.
"I see." She told me and leaned back down into the wall. What could they possibly be talking about that Brandon doesn't want me to know?
"They are trying to find out who stabbed him?" The nurse said. She looked at me.
"Do you know of anyone whose trying to get him for something? Any reason someone might be upset with him?" She asked and stepped closer to me.
"No," she was so close to me. "Everyone liked Brandon. He never did anything to anyone." I answered.
"That's what they all say." The young nurse smirked and opened the door.
"You can come in now." She said without letting me respond to her previous comment.
"He's a little bit shaken. I wouldn't drill him right now." The detective said as he walked out with a sheet full of notes.
The nurse gave Brandon a glass of water.
"Calm down, Sir." She said to Brandon and tried to comfort him. Brandon took several too large gulps of water. The nurse patted his shoulder and left the room. I know that the detective told me not to drill him, but I have to know.
"Brandon, who did this to you?" I whispered. Brandon shook his head.
"I can't, Josephine. I just can't tell you." He told me. I begged him.
"Brandon, please! I'm not gonna get upset." I told him. He wouldn't budge. I tried one last time and he broke.
"Joey, I don't want to tell you this, but I guess you'll find out eventually."
"Keep talking..."
He took in a deep breath.
"It was Amy." He covered his face in the sheets and refused to look at me. "She told me that I...that I stole you from her and that she'd never forgive me for taking the only one she ever loved. She tried to ki-kill me so that she could have you back." Brandon said. I didn't know what to say or think.
Amelia Seinfeld tried to kill him...for me.