Harley pov
I found out that Jake had arranged everything. He made sure I was taken care of. He made sure that I got to have a second chance. He made sure I was safe. I just wish the cost wasn't his life. He was everything to me. He saved me. I knew that I could ever get someone better then him. I knew I wouldn't be the same after this. I knew in my cell I would be quite. I would morn his loss. I wouldn't diss credit him. Then next thing I knew a guard came up and told me "we need to take you somewhere" he said. I didn't know why. I didn't fight. I just walked down the halls. They brought me to the hospital wing. Why would they bring me here I questioned. Then I saw someone lying on the table. I saw th m hooked up to all kinds of cables. I saw a tube going through his mouth. I saw them badly injured. Then I saw his face. Jake. No I thought. He was gone. He was dead. Right? I pushed the guards off me and went inside. I saw the people inside told them to leave me. I went over and held his hand. I saw that he was badly 8njured with burns. I knew he did this all for me and he would pay for it later, but for now I could just be happy he's alive.