Chapter 2
The car, which was a late model Toyota Prius, Came barreling down the road at high-speed. Juliet snapped back to reality and screamed. "Hold on tight!" Shawn yelled and swerved into the grass, causing the motorcycle to fall on its side. It glided forward until it crashed into a tree. Juliet clung to Shawn as he came flying off the bike. He felt the sidewalk scrape against his arm, but he ignored it. Juliet's hands were forced off of him, by the force of the impact. She hit her head, and was thankful for the invention of helmets. Shawn's head flung towards the ground with tremendous force, and collided with it with a crack. Juliet screamed and got her footing. She crawled to Shawn shakily and shook him.
"Sh-Shawn? SHAWN!" She yelled, knowing not to move him. Shawn could hear her, but before he could respond, everything went black.
Juliet got in a sitting position and buried her face in her hands. She let tears come.
"Shawn, please answer me!" She yelled. The man who had been driving the Prius, stepped out and ran to Juliet's side.
"A-Are you okay?" He asked looking at Shawn.
"No, I'm not okay! You just made me and my friend crash, and he's unconscious! He could be dead!" She hissed. The man swallowed.
"I-I'm sorry. I tried to slam on the brakes, but something was under them." He explained. Juliet stood up and sighed.
"Do you know who that is?!" She yelled, pointing to Shawn. The man shook his head.
"That man is Shawn Spencer, psychic detective! He is also the kindest guy I know. Unlike you, you… son of a bitch!" She could feel her whole body shake. The man pulled out his phone and dialed 911. Juliet sat back down, by Shawn. He was still breathing, which sent a flood of relief over Juliet. She examined him, and saw his right arm was bleeding badly, and a trickle of blood was falling from his right cheek. Juliet, who just had a few minor bruises, fell to the ground and whispered,
"Shawn, it is going to be okay. Just, please don't die on me." Going against everything she was always told not to do, she grabbed Shawn's hand in hers and squeezed it gently. It was warm, despite the freezing weather. Without thinking, she brought it up to her mouth and kissed it softly.
Paramedics soon arrived on the scene and ran to Juliet. "Ma'am, are you okay?" One asked. She nodded.
"What's your name?" a different one asked.
"Juliet. Juliet O'Hara." She shivered.
"Follow Gary, here, and we'll take care of your friend." The first one said.
"His name is Shawn Spencer." She called out and followed Gary to the ambulance. Gary told her to sit, while he got her a few blankets.
"So what happened out here?" He wrapped one around her shoulders.
"That car was speeding towards us, and Shawn swerved to the side, which made us crash into that tree." Juliet explained trying to get a hold of herself.
"Well, what your friend did by swerving to the side, saved both of your lives. If you would've hit that car, survival would've been unlikely." He told her nonchalantly. Juliet watched as Shawn was lifted onto a gurney and pulled into the ambulance.
"C-can I come with Shawn?" Juliet asked. They all nodded. She stood up and followed them inside. One paramedic slid off Shawn's helmet and placed a neck brace on him. Juliet saw his face, which seemed okay, except for the gash in his cheek. Another paramedic bandaged up his severely scraped arm. Juliet reached for his left hand and sighed. Why now? She asked herself. She ran her thumb up and down his hand wanting to break down, wanting to just leave. She felt her lip shake and she took a deep breath. Shawn was there for her when she needed comfort, and she would do the same.
At the hospital, Juliet was told to wait in the waiting room, while Shawn got his treatment. She sat impatiently, as she waited for a nurse to come and call her in. She could only hope that he was okay. Scenarios of what could happen played throughout her head. She messed with her torn pants. Tears were streaming down her face and she didn't even bother to wipe them away. Her nose was completely stuffed and she was breathing heavily.
After twenty-five agonizing minutes, a nurse came out and offered Juliet a half-smile. "You can go see him now. He's awake, but he's not in good shape. His right arm, face, and leg are torn up pretty bad. He also has a concussion." She read off her clipboard. Juliet nodded and followed the nurse to a room. Inside, Shawn was watching TV. Juliet opened the door and smiled. Shawn turned his head.
"Jules…" His eyes widened. She walked to him and gave him a big hug. "Are you okay?" He asked frantically.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine! How about you?" She placed a hand gently on his shoulder.
"I've been better. W-why are you, uh, crying?" He questioned trying not to make her feel insecure. She wiped her eyes and smiled.
"When you fell off your motorcycle, I watched you slide across the sidewalk. I watched your head collide with the cement. I thought you were dead." She sighed and reached for his hand.
"You saved my life, Shawn. You saved your own life, too. The paramedic said that if you didn't swerve out of the road, you would've hit that car and we would've died on impact." She explained, getting choked up.
"I told you I was a good driver." He smiled, revealing a swollen lip. She smiled and lifted his hand up to her face. She planted a kiss on it.
"Thank you." She whispered. He nodded, shocked with the sudden contact.
"Jules, I have a question for you." He announced groggily. She looked into his hazel-brown eyes. "What is happening with all of this cancer stuff?" He inquired. She hoped he wouldn't ever ask that.
"Well, first, I have to go into surgery to get the tumor taken out. They're also going to check if it spread anywhere else. Like my lymph nodes." She explained. He sighed. He knew it was hard for her to talk about it.
"Will you have to start chemo?" He hoped the answer was 'no.'
"Only if it spreads to other places." Juliet mumbled. Shawn sighed.
"I'm sorry, Juliet. You don't deserve to go through that." He pulled the hand Juliet used to hold his up to his mouth and gently placed a kiss on it. It sent a rush through Juliet's body.
"So how long are you in here?" Juliet changed the topic, not wanting to think about her cancer.
"I think they just need to get me some painkillers. Maybe antibiotics. I should be out of here soon." He explained, letting go of Juliet's hand. She nodded.
"How's your arm?" She asked looking over at the bandage.
"It's doing okay. Is my motorcycle okay?" He itched at the stitches on his face, but immediately regretted it. He sucked in his breath.
"I have stitches?" He exclaimed, widening his eyes.
"Yeah, you have stitches, and your motorcycle didn't survive." Juliet broke the news, gently, as if she was telling him Gus died. Shawn moaned.
"No, not my motorcycle! What about my helmet?" He felt the top of his head, and noticed it was missing. Juliet stood up and walked to a bag, which held two helmets. She pulled out her helmet first.
"This one is okay." She smiled.
"What about the other?" Shawn knew that it would be bad. She lifted it out, to show it had cracks, scratches and dents all over. He screamed jokingly. Juliet smiled and put the helmets away. "You can buy some new ones. Maybe you can have it customized like a pineapple." She suggested. He shrugged and attempted to cross his arms. His eyes clamped shut and he groaned.
Just then, doctor came in with a prescription paper. "Hi, Shawn, how are you feeling?" She asked happily.
He sighed. "Not so good." He sat up a bit. The nurse nodded.
"Well, I have some painkillers here. You can take them every 4-6 hours." She recommended. Shawn grabbed the bottle of pills and the prescription papers.
"Thanks. Can I leave now?" He tried not to sound rude. She laughed a little.
"Sure. Just sign out at the front desk. Do you need a wheelchair? You might have a tough time walking on that leg." She stared at the bandage wrapped around his swollen leg. Shawn wiggled his toes.
"I guess." He decided. The nurse wheeled one in and took his leg down from the sling it was in. A sharp pain raced through his body. Juliet helped him into the chair and ruffled his hair.
"Okay, thank you, Doc." Shawn called out, as Juliet wheeled him into the elevator.
In the lobby, Shawn signed out. "Okay, Shawn, you'll have to came back in a week to get those stitches removed, and don't forget to change your bandages daily." The nurse looked up at Juliet and smiled.
"How are you, Juliet? Have you scheduled your surgery?" She asked. Juliet's cheeks turned red.
"Not yet. I'm coming to see Dr. Newmann this weekend." She explained. The woman nodded. Shawn looked up at her, concerned. Juliet shook her head, as if to say, "We'll talk later." They walked out of the hospital and Shawn sighed.
"I'll have Gus pick us up." He explained. Juliet handed him her phone and he dialed Gus's number.
"Hello?" Gus answered.
"Hey, Gus, can you come pick me up from the hospital? I was in an accident." He sated nonchalantly. Gus gasped.
"Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?" Gus panicked.
"Gus, don't be a paranoid schizophrenic. I'm fine. Just a few stitches and bandages. Juliet's okay, too." He smiled, knowing that if he mentioned Juliet was there, it would freak him out more.
"You were with Juliet? On your motorcycle?" Gus yelled.
"I'll explain later, just pick me up!" Shawn said and hung up. Juliet glared at him.
"Are you going to tell him?" She asked worriedly.
"Not if you don't want me, too. I'll just tell him that you needed a ride because your car was broken." Shawn explained, waiting for Gus to arrive. Juliet sighed.
"I'll tell him. He should know." She decided. Shawn smiled.
"You can tell him when you're ready." Shawn placed his hand on hers and rubbed it.
"Thanks, Shawn." She sat on a bench next to him.
Soon, Gus arrived and took a look at Shawn.
"What the-?" He tried to say, but before he could finish, Shawn held up his hand. Gus helped him into the car and brought the wheelchair inside. Juliet sat up front. Gus began driving and Juliet cleared her throat.
"Uh, Gus, I have something to tell you." Juliet began. Gus looked at Juliet, then Shawn.
"No, Gus we're not together." Shawn clarified. Juliet sighed.
"I, uh, how do I say this, I have cancer."
Hey, again! Sorry about the cliffhangers, but how else would I make you want to read more? Don't worry, the next chapter will be up very soon. Thank you for reading and please review. It really means a lot. Let me know any suggestions you have about the story.
