A/N: Really short chapter here I'll explain it at the end of it. Please read and if you care, review. once again, shout out tooooo...RougeLover321 and Falling Towards Nothing. Thanks for the support by reviewing.
Jean sped down the road in the foreign blue and white sports car, the fastest car she owned to get her to the hospital as quick as possible. She had somehow convinced Scott to let her go on her own, though he was worried if she would be able to make it there.
Her grip on the steering wheel was tight as she drove; her knuckles were white as all the blood rushed to the palms of her hands. Jean was still frustrated as she drove, her eyes were on the road but she wasn't truly paying attention as she sped through a stop sign and almost crashed into the passenger side of another vehicle. Slamming on the breaks she came to a stop just before touching the other car. The driver continued, obviously not thinking at was that big of a deal since the two cars did not make contact and so Jean continued on; still not bothering to check her speed.
She arrived shortly after to the hospital, parking at the first spot and then rushing, pushing past people to get to the front desk.
"I'm looking for a patient, she was just brought in." Jean said leaning over the desk, desperation in her voice. The lady at the desk was no older than Jean, her name tag read Charlie and she seemed apathetic about the whole situation, she could care less who came in and who left, if they lived or died.
"Name please." She stated looking at her computer screen.
"First name Samantha."
"Last name?" Jean stopped and looked at the lady, the world seemed to pause once more and tears burned at her eyelids again. "I…" Her voice trailed off as she actually realized for the first time that Samantha had no last name, that she didn't know what it was. The lady, Charlie, seemed to realize this from her.
"Can you give me a description of her, why she was picked up?"
"Um, she's 17 long black hair, green eyes…she umm, suicide attempt…" Jean closed her eyes and tilted her head to the ceiling and took a slow breath, she wasn't going to break down now.
"That's enough, 17 year old Jane Doe brought in for suicide attempt. This doctor here actually." Charlie pointed over the desk as she spoke. "Mark!" She yelled to a doctor who stood by another door looking at some papers, he looked up at the sound of his name being called and came towards the desk when Charlie called him over. "He had her, he'll be able to help you." Charlie went back to typing on her computer.
"Thank you." Jean said quickly as she turned to address the doctor. "17 year old Jane Doe brought in for a suicide attempt." Jean said once more, still trying to shake the idea of Samantha under water bleeding out of her head.
"Oh yes, I was beginning think we had another teenager without a face here. I'm glad you came, are you related?" The doctor led Jean down the hall.
"Yes." Jean said without hesitation, she had always considered the teenager her daughter, even though she had refused once already her offer of adoption.
"Well she had lost quite a bit of blood, and had water in her lungs. Honestly we weren't sure if she would make it." The doctor stopped walking near the end of the hall and Jean dropped her head, rubbing her eyes once more. "But she came through." He stated and walked to a door, opening it Jean saw Samantha laying in the hospital bed. Her eyes were closed, an IV in her arm returning the blood back to her body, both her wrist were bandaged. Machines that she was hooked up to told them that her heartbeat was there and it was steady, normal, Samantha looked peaceful. "You can stay with her if you'd like, but we're going to keep her for a few days, just to monitor her."
"Thank you so much." Jean seemed grateful to everyone as she stared at the teen, moving past the doctor and into the room he started to close the door, but stopped and called to her.
"Oh, there's something else I think you should know." Jean turned around meeting her crying eyes with his. "I'm not sure at all what she was going through. But whatever it was, she was trying very hard to end her life. There was also a dangerous mix; in an enormous amount might I add, of prescription drugs in her system. Anyone else would have overdosed before they even had the chance to die from the bleeding, and that's something to say because the cuts were deeper than most of these kinds of patients would ever dare go. You're both very lucky that she's still alive." With that the doctor closed the door.
Tears were moving down Jean's cheeks as she turned back around to look at Samantha. She pulled a chair up to the side of her bed and took a seat. Jean moved a stray black hair out of her face and just looked at her. Grabbing her hand Jean wished to see the eyes that resembled her own, hated the fact that because of her own actions she came seconds away from never seeing them again. She put her head on the side of the bed, still holding her hand and began to cry again.
A/N: Ok sooo like i know its really short but I look at it this way; No one was even suppose to get this chapter because the next part was suppose to be kitty and Rouge, and 2: I put it up here really early because next part wasn't due until some time next week. So this is like a teaser I guess. Next chapter again will still be here in a few days so I decided to entertain you with this little snippet.
I'd beg you to review, but we all know you don't anyway *sigh*
