Sitting in the waiting room of the hospital was probably one of the most encouraging moments of my experience with Jason, because once I got inside, past the double doors it felt like hell watching him attached to all the cords and monitors. While sitting in there, I had this fake perception that everything would work out and that behind those doors Jason was waiting to hold me in his arms telling me it would be ok. That he was safe. And that we were no longer in danger. I felt almost utter envy that Emily knew the outcome of all of this and I didn't, but thankfully for the first time it wasn't because I forgot, it was because Emily simply had a power I did not possess.
It's ironic how Jason has the power to heal, but the only one he couldn't heal was himself. Tragic almost how some one immortal is now in harms way by the wrath of their own gun. In harms way because I'm not dead yet. Nor will I ever be dead, because now I can live forever with them. But I guess being immortal is meaningless now because I never felt for someone so much. Never loved and was so compelled to someone in my life. Not even the word love could be sufficient for what I felt for him and his family. I would do anything for them. For there safety and if giving up my life would be the only way, then I would find the quickest way to suicide. It's amazing how this all began solely because of fate. I remember the day perfectly, seeing him walk in the classroom and me trying not pay him any mind.
Who would have thought that he would be the most important thing in my life? The one that changed and helped me find me. We've helped each other so much. We've been through so much. And for that I still cannot express my gratitude. My mind went in a blur as I tried to listen to the doctor talk. Using all these medical terms I was unfamiliar with. Seeing his body there was a rude awakening. He was always so together and collected and now he was a mess. The gun wound was extremely close to his heart which was a positive, but the chances of his survival were still pending. They told me it was hard for him to talk and that it put him in pain, so I shouldn't expect much from him. On my way inside the room my eyes started to water those stupid tears attacking me. Be strong it's what he wants, but one tear shed down from my face when I thought back to that night.
"What if something happens to us?" I whispered as we laid down staring up at the stars. The park was once a safe haven at night, but now the memories we made there would be almost impossible to relive.
"Nothing going to happen to you" He spoke softly still lying in his back with the twinkle of the sky in his eyes. I sat up my fear and paranoia getting the best of me again.
"But what about you?" I asked catching on to his word play.
"Nothing will happen okay I promise" he sat up as well and kissed my forehead with reassurance.
My eyes began to sting as I looked up at the liar withering away from me in the hospital bed. My emotions were taking over me. I was eternally happy to see Jason one more time, but at the same time I was infuriated that he might be leaving me. Leaving would be a promise that would forever be broken. When Jason goes I go with him, because when I'm with him I might as well be dead.