Chapter 12
Jasmine awoke from the hospital bed and rubbed her eyes. Where am I wondered the orange-haired girl. She looked around the room recognizing that it was Miss Fontaine's office. The young duelist sat up to find herself tightly wrapped in Chazz's trench coat. Oh dear God, she mentally screamed where is he? What if he left with Slade and Jagger? She didn't remember how she ended up in her current situation. Jasmine could only think I have to find him. She attempted to get out of bed, but fell onto the floor in the process.
Chazz woke up from the small chair he had fallen asleep in and cried, "Dammit Jasmine! Don't you see that you're injured?" He rose from his chair and picked up the fallen girl and placed her on the bed.
Jasmine smiled and noted he's here. He's not with his brothers. Chazz rolled his eyes and went back to his seat. "Thanks," muttered Jasmine. The boy just looked out the window.
"You shouldn't have stood up to Slade," said Chazz quietly attempting not to show any concern for the girl, "You didn't need to get involved." He looked over back at the girl who had bandages across her face. He knew there were bandages hidden from his vision. The thought of all the medicine Miss Fontaine had given the patient made him cringe. That was the only reason Jasmine didn't wake up in agonizing pain.
Jasmine protested, "But I had to! They would break you." Chazz rolled his eyes although he knew the bandaged girl was correct, but he couldn't ever admit that. Jasmine continued, "Are you really that ungrateful?" Chazz grinned and sat on the side of her bed.
Chazz smirked and responded, "Well, if you think that way. What do you really think?" Jasmine looked shocked as he gave her a glass of water from a small round table nearby the bed. The spiky-haired boy kept on, "I think you don't know me very well." Jasmine looked up from her beverage and raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Jasmine said, "I mean if who wouldn't be?" Chazz shrugged as he took the glass from her and tucked her into the bed. The orange-haired girl thought this is so unlike him to take care of anyone. She watched him sit back by her bed casually.
"I obviously don't know," replied Chazz sarcastically then softening his tone, "Do you need anything? I owe you that much." She shook her head in response. She looked at him thinking that he was such a complicated young man, but maybe he did care for her.
"Chazz," said Jasmine quietly, "You seriously don't have to. I can take care of…" She was cut off by Chazz pointing to her reflection in the window. She couldn't believe how she was so wrapped up in bandages. It looked so out of place in her opinion.
Chazz responded, "Sorry, but I disagree with you." Jasmine let out a low growl. Chazz smirked thinking she can't beat the Chazz this time. Look, she's so flustered.
"Okay, so you're right this time, but I feel okay, numb, but okay," replied Jasmine. She rested her head on the stiff white pillow.
"That would be because of all the drugs Miss Fontaine shoved down your throat," responded the boy who was lacking his trench coat for the seemingly first time in three years. Jasmine shook her head.
"Thanks for that analysis, Dr. Princeton," retorted Jasmine using Chazz's famous sarcastic tone. He laughed showing his white teeth that was usually covered by a classic frown.
Chazz said calmly, "I heard that's your dream profession." He watched the girl blush slightly. I bet Miss Fontaine informed him of that she said to her brain though it isn't his business, it's good to know he knows a little something about me. She heard Chazz continue, "I wouldn't have guessed that, but I never got to know you until recently."
"Chazz, are you okay?" Jasmine asked seeing Chazz shake slightly. He was either angry about something or depressed again. She looked closer to see some form of regret in his eyes.
Chazz responded, "No, it's my fault you're injured. I was hiding in the stands while you were yelling at my brother. I wasn't there when you needed someone the most. I was a coward, and it's eating me inside. I don't know why, but dammit I should have defended you. I am pathetic…this doesn't make up for the thing I lacked to do. Jasmine, I am really sorry." Jasmine didn't know what to make of the situation. She had figured that even if Chazz had come down to help her, both of them would be in much worse of shape. It was the first time anyone had ever heard the black-haired boy apologize.
"It's okay," she responded, "I mean I'm not dead." She looked up at the now over exceedingly pale Chazz. The idea made the color in his whole body drain.
The boy replied, "You're wrong."
She responded, "No, I'm not. Why do you think you are right?"
Chazz sighed and looked her in her brown eyes. He didn't know how to say this but ended up using his telling off tone that he used on Jaden on a regular basis and replied, "You are the only person who has defended me from all of my worst nightmares. You care about your friends more than most people. Once you broke free, you had some sort of power that no one could dream of possessing. You really are the only person who gave a shit about me, and I let you down. It's not okay." Jasmine gave him a tight hug.
"You really are the most powerful and frightening girl I know," smirked Chazz looking down at her. "I wish I knew how to make it up to you."
"You think staying up and watching over me isn't enough?" asked Jasmine trying hard not to laugh. A sweet Chazz was the cutest thing she had ever seen.
"No," replied Chazz hoping that this would conversation would end shortly.
Jasmine continued, "And you don't think that taking extensive care over me while I'm awake and apologizing like you killed a neighbor's cat are enough?"
Chazz said rolling his eyes, "Obviously not. Just tell me something to do."
Jasmine thought about it for a moment then broke away from him and said, "Stay with me even for a little awhile. I won't yell at you." Chazz smirked and put an arm around her.
"I won't leave you," replied Chazz, "I never will, I promise you that much. Besides, I like that you are the definition of girl power." She rested her head on his shoulder hoping one day her friends would be as fortunate as she was.
The End
Mew Kazurinu: Thank you for reading this fanfic. I know it was sort of short, but that was my planned ending. So, I think I may write a Slade Princeton fanfic or a Mindy and Atticus or Jasmine and Atticus fanfic. I haven't decided. I may go with the Slade fanfiction. So what do you think?