7th Floor West | JF

Chapter 17

I woke up to hear pots and pans clanging downstairs, and I knew that it was Nancy cleaning up from breakfast. I looked at the clock and realized that I had overslept, but then I remembered that it was Saturday. I groggily got out of bed and made my way downstairs, and I grabbed my car keys as Nancy greeted me. She stopped me and asked, "Where are you going?" I told her I was running to Dunkin Donuts, and I heard Jimmy come down the stairs. "Morning, Jim!" Nancy said, and he greeted her. "Morning." He said tiredly. His hair was all disheveled and he looked exhausted, and his eyes met mine. "Going somewhere, Meg?" I nodded and told him I was going to Dunkin Donuts, and he asked me to pick him up a coffee.

I drove down the highway and got into the city near Rockefeller Center, and I began to weave my way in and out of traffic as the crazy New York drivers zoomed past me. As I was turning right down the street that led to Dunkin Donuts, I had to drive a few blocks to get there. As I was almost to the store, I was crossing an intersection as I had a green light, when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a car speeding towards the intersection, heading straight for me. Before I was able to process what was happening, I felt a strong impact hit the driver's side of my car, and my head flew forward and hit the steering wheel. My airbags deployed, but that didn't stop the damage done. I felt a sharp pain in my left leg, and I didn't even dare to look down in fear of what I would see. I was in an immense amount of pain, and I heard sirens and horns approaching closer. I tried to stay conscious, but as the police and EMT's arrived, I felt myself slipping out of consciousness...

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Jimmy's POV

Megan had been gone for around an hour and a half, which was longer than I expected. I walked into the living room and sat with Nancy. "Has Megan texted you saying where she is?" Nancy was scrolling through TV channels as she replied, "No, she hasn't. Why?" Nancy scrolled past the news, which had typical things like the weather, traffic reports, and stuff like that. As she began watching one of her favorite TV shows, my phone rang, and the caller ID said Megan. "Hello?" I said, and a voice replied, "This is Mr. Fallon, correct?" I hesitantly replied and told him it was. "My name is Seargant Grant from the NYPD, and you're listed under an emergency contact for Megan Fallon?" My face flushed and I began to panic. "Yes-" The officer must have heard the panic in my voice, because he calmed me down and explained the situation.

"Megan's currently being stabilized on a gurney and being taken to the Emergency Room. She was crossing the intersection at 54th Street and Wall Street, and someone blew through a red light and completely slammed into the driver's side of the car-" As the officer explained things to me, I yelled to Nancy, "TURN ON THE NEWS!" She did that as I walked into the living room, still on the phone with the cop. He told me which hospital Meg was being taken to, and where we could meet him to get the whole scoop. As the officer said goodbye, Nancy came rushing into the living room. She grabbed my coat and her coat, and we were getting ready to leave. Nancy saw the panic and fear in my eyes and said, "Jimmy, Meg's so strong. I'm sure she'll be okay." I wrapped my arm around Nancy as we hopped in my truck and drove into the city.

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Megan's POV again!

I woke up to hear beeping, and I saw a bright light above me. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and a doctor came over to me. "How're you feeling, Megan?" I winced as pain shot up my left leg. "My leg hurts, and so does my head..." I said. The doctor cleared everyone else out of my little area, and he sat down next to me. "I'm just gonna tell you what's up with you, and what we're gonna do. Do you remember anything?" I thought for a moment and said, "Yeah... I was going to Dunkin Donuts and someone smashed into the side of my car..." He nodded and replied, "That's a good sign that you remember. While you were unconscious, we took a CAT scan and an MRI. Your left leg is severely broken, and we may need to intervene surgically, but we're still determining that. What we're most worried about right now is your head." I looked at him in confusion, and he continued. "In the impact, your head flew forward and hit the steering wheel- you obviously have a concussion, and it's obviously rather severe. We're worried about the neurological end of things right now. One of the policemen found your phone and called your emergency contact, and he's on his way. I'm going to have another doctor come in and take you through some other things as well." I shook his hand, and he left. A few minutes later, another doctor entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Hi Megan, my name's Dr. Gordon and I'm a psychiatric doctor." My eyes widened as I realized why the first doctor had sent another one in.

"When the doctors and EMT's were transporting you and checking you for other injuries, they noted that there were cuts on your upper right thigh, and they said that they looked like they were self- inflicted... Megan, I need you to be honest with me. Do you self harm?" ...

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I woke up feeling very sore in my leg, and my head was pounding. I looked down to see that my leg was casted, and I could tell just by the feeling that the doctors had decided on going in surgically. I winced in pain as I shifted my weight around so that I was more comfortable. I saw the door open, and one of the doctors came in to check on me. "Ah, Megan! You're up! How do you feel?" I took a deep breath and replied, "Sore..." He smiled sympathetically and said, "You have some visitors- if you're up to it, I'll send them in." I smiled weakly, knowing that it was Jimmy and Nancy. I nodded, and the doctor went to go get them.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my head. If that psych doctor had figured out that I had relapsed and that I self harmed, he was legally obliged to tell Jimmy. He didn't have to tell Nancy, and I didn't think that he would, but him still telling Jimmy made me begin to get anxious.

The doorknob jiggled as I saw someone open it, and I saw the doctor hold the door open. I looked up and saw Jimmy- his facial expression broke my heart. He had definitely been crying, and he looked at me with love and with care. Nancy entered behind him, and the doctor closed the door as he left us all alone.

"How do you feel, Meg?" Nancy asked me quietly as Jimmy sat beside my bed. I was attached to IV's and various machines, and I replied, "I'm okay, I've been better." Nancy smiled lightly, and she heard my stomache growl. I smiled weakly, and she said, "I'll go get us something to eat for lunch, I'll be back in a little while- you two okay here?" Jimmy nodded and thanked Nancy, and she left to go get us some lunch.

That left me in my hospital room with Jimmy, and I was nervous that he'd bring something up that I didn't want him to know about. He asked me, "How's your leg?" I sighed and replied, "It hurts a little." He looked at me and said, "The doctor said you'll be on crutches in a cast for 3 weeks, and then move into an air boot as time progresses on." I asked, "Did they say anything about my head?" He shrugged and replied, "I haven't heard if they've said anything or not." I could see the sadness and hurt in Jimmy's eyes, and I couldn't bare to look at him anymore. As I opened my mouth to say something, I began to feel lightheaded and my head pounded. I closed my eyes gently, and the pain only intensified.

I forced myself to fall asleep, hoping that the searing pain would subside...