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Hey Jacketeers. I'm crap at updating, I know... but I'm off uni now for easter and the essays are handed in, so hopefully u can inspire me to get some quicker chapters out. Much love, me x
Chapter 3
Juliet slept for the better part of the afternoon and early evening, undisturbed by Jacks continual frantic pacing up and down the length of the room. By his estimation, it must have been about 6 or 7pm before she began to stir again. Groaning, she began to open her eyes once more, raising her hand towards her swollen brow.
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you" Jack interjected, approaching the table.
Juliet flinched as her fingers made contact with the cut above her eyebrow, suddenly taking into consideration what had just been said.
Jack watched as she cringed in a pained expression and began to manoeuvre herself into a sitting position on the table.
"What happened Juliet?"
"Nothing" she replied emotionlessly.
"Yeah... Really looks like nothing to me" Jack replied sarcastically motioning towards her face.
"It's complicated" Juliet snapped in reply as she clutched her hand to her abdomen in pain once more.
"Let me see"
"What?"
"Your ribs. I'm guessing from the amount of pain you appear to be in, that you've probably got some major damage there" Jack stated matter-of-factly.
"It's not that bad" Juliet replied in almost a whisper.
"Let me see"
Silence enveloped the room as Jack observed Juliet wordlessly examine the floor subconsciously deciding what to do. After a few moments had passed she returned her gaze to him and silently began to roll up her blood stained shirt to unveil her stomach. Jack winced as an array of angry purple bruises began to come into view, obscuring whatever porcelain skin had previously occupied the space before it.
Jack turned away as Juliet hastily let her top fall back down.
"And you're protecting whoever did this?" Jack fumed "Unbelievable"
Juliet remained silent.
Jack looked back to continue his tirade when he noticed how pale she had become. Defeated, he gestured towards a sandwich which lay untouched on a tray at the far side of the room.
"You should eat something you know"
She presumed it was left from lunch and smiled faintly when she noticed that it didn't contain toothpicks like she use to make him.
"I'm not hungry"
Jack eyed her with concern as she swayed slightly in front of him.
"Let me see your ribs again"
"Jack I'm fine" Juliet responded, trying hard to sound forceful.
"Clearly!" he replied lifting her now shaking hand.
Reluctantly, Juliet began slowing to lift up her shirt once more, watching intently as Jack began to analyse her black and blue body. Carefully, he lifted up one of his hands and placed it on her stomach. Juliet yelped and grabbed his shoulder, resisting the urge to faint, as a massive wave of pain coursed through her body.
Jack quickly returned his gaze back to Juliet's now ghostly pale face.
"This isn't right, we need proper medical equipment"
"I'll be fine" Juliet uttered barely above a whisper.
Jack ran to the far side of the room and started pounding on the door.
"HEY! I need help in here. This is more than I can do!"
Pausing to check on Juliet, Jack turned to look back at the table.
"Shit!" he screamed in frustration as noticed her slumped, unconscious body. He began to pound more urgently on the door.
"Ben I need help! She's gonna die!"