Description: New Dawson's Creek story that I have been working on. Its based after the shows high school graduation. The character Emily isn't completely mine, borrowed her from Pretty Little Liars, not a crossover though.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the original story.
Authors Note: if this story receives reviews I will update it regularly.
Mixed feelings:
Chapter #2
(Jack's pov)
" Where is Joey?", demands Pacey as we barge through the waiting room doors. Not exactly how I would have gone about it, but I guess this works. We're greeted soon enough by a young female doctor. I'm assuming that she must be Joey's by the way she walked over to us. Perfect someone who can help us and let us see Joey finally.
" Who are you?", questions the lady doctor with a raised eyebrow. Who are we? Is she being serious right now? We're two of Joey's best friends that's who we are! No more questions, take us to her damn room already! All I want to do is see Joey, make sure she's alright and give her a kiss. I don't have time for idle chit-chat and neither does Pacey.
" We're two of her best friends, where is she?", I respond with a slightly impatient breath. The last thing I want is to come off as rude but I'm worried about Joey. If she is in here obviously something terrible happened to her. If this doctor has a heart she'll back off and bring us to Joey's room without any more inquiries.
" She is in intensive care.", confides the doctor in a hesitant voice. Wow, intensive care? This must be serious. Geez what the hell did that bastard do to Joey? I swear if she is in critical condition or severely injured Pacey won't have to worry about kicking Lucas' ass because I will murder him.
Pushing his way past the doctor, Pacey makes his way down the hall," Come on Jack, lets see if Potter is alright."
Following after the two of us, the doctor swiftly blocks our path," You can't just walk back there."
" Watch us.", mutters Pacey in a gruff tone before continuing down the hallway. Pacey is just as worried for Joey as I am. He has no idea where the hell he is going though. I'm not even sure we're on the right floor for intensive care. Maybe if I just talk with this doctor she will take us to Joey. It couldn't hurt to try I guess.
" Look doctor…", I start but just as soon stop when I realize that I never caught her name. Crap that probably would have been helpful. How am I supposed to convince this doctor to let us go see Joey if I don't even know her name? I really should have thought this through a bit more.
" Fields, Emily Fields.", pipes in the doctor with a kind smile. Ah, there we go. This is progress. Now I know who the hell I am speaking to finally. With hope Emily will take us to Joey after I explain how concerned we are for our friends' wellbeing. How could she not? I'm not about to let Pacey talk though, he'll get us thrown out.
" Yeah, whatever. We're going to see our friend whether you like it or not.", interrupts Pacey before I have a chance to get a word out edgewise. The look on Emily's face is one of agitation to say the least. Thankfully she doesn't argue with Pacey but leads us in the direction of Joey's room. Huh, she must have realized we weren't leaving anytime soon. At least she didn't call security and have them escort us out.
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(Joey's pov)
" Pacey?", I call out in a soft and sleepy tone as I open my eyes and am greeted by him and Jack. What are these two doing here? How did they know I was in here? When did they get here? More importantly where is the doctor with my pain medicine? I'm dying currently. I attempt to sit up but sharp pains race through my body and I quickly decide otherwise.
" Joey, what happened?", questions Pacey before taking a seat beside my bed. What happened? That is a good question. I don't exactly remember much. The only thing I know for sure is that I had an argument with Lucas, after that it's a blank. Next thing I know, I'm waking up here with Emily as my doctor and sore as hell.
"You're asking me? Last I can recall is a fight with Lucas and then waking up here.", I confess with a tired sigh. Not only am I in agony, but I ache all over. My head is killing me. I hope Emily has medicine, preferably painkillers, for me. All I want to do is take something, eat and go to sleep. I'm tired as hell.
" You don't know what happened?", inquires Jack with an eyebrow raised in confusion. How could I? The last thing I remember is Lucas coming over and picking a fight with me. Apparently he must have found out that Pacey and I used to date and wasn't too happy about it. I tried telling him that was back in high school but he didn't want to hear anything that I had to say. Next thing I know I'm in the hospital and Emily is taking care of me.
(Emily's pov)
Walking up behind Jack, I pick up Joey's chart," Kind of hard to remember anything when you're out cold."
Wincing as she attempts to sit up, Joey glances up at me," Well if it isn't my new favorite doctor."
" Hey Joey, how is your head?", I question with a smile as I examine her gently. Poor girl has quite a welt on her forehead; she even needed a few stitches. Thankfully Joey will make a slow and steady recovery. She'll be in here for a week or so but after that she'll be able to leave. I'll be taking caring of her the entire time that she's here.
" Hurts like hell.", confides Joey with an agitated sigh. It isn't hard to tell that she's not exaggerating; Joey was banged up pretty bad when I first saw her. I'm not too worried though, she is a tough girl, always has been. She'll be up and about in no time. I'll bet that she is going to be happy to hear that I brought her some painkillers. These will make her feel better in no time.
" Well, I have painkillers for you Joey.", I inform before pouring Joey a glass of water. I hand her the glass and two pills which she happily takes and swallows down. There, I knew those would cheer her up. One thing is for certain, Joey sure is fortunate that her injuries aren't too serious. Sure she has a gnash on her forehead, two cracked ribs, a broken arm and fractured ankle…but things could have been a hell of a lot worse. Thankfully this prick is going to be behind bars for a long while and won't be able to hurt Joey anymore.
" Thank God.", mutter Joey as she lays back in bed. I watch as she closes her eyes briefly, Joey looks relaxed for once. I'm glad that I ran into her, maybe it could have been under better circumstances though. I haven't seen Joey in years; I remember when I used to babysit her. The one neighborhood boy would always chase her around and taunt her. I used to think that it was just the cutest thing ever. ….