A/N: Forkz94 and RandomnessXD asked for Jed to survive... I'm just saying that I'm sticking to the book! Please R&R I love you for it!
Chapter 14:
Lynny's POV
-- When I opened my eyes I was complely calm. I had no unpleasent thoughts, just calmness. I felt numbe and yet saying 'I felt' almost feels like a lie. The completely truth was I felt nothing. There was no pain, no hurt, no confusion, but also no happiness, just a whole load of nothingness. I didn't mind, it was nice. Peaceful. I didn't know whereI was. Home? Somewhere else? I decided it didn't matter, nothing really mattered. This was peaceful, this was calm, this was good, this was nice. Nothing mattered, so I just closed my eyes again and went back to sleep, soaking in the complete peace.
-- The next time I woke up I felt like screaming. Heck, I even tried screaming, I go no further than opening my mouth. No noise would come out, I had no strength to make a sound. It was the complete opposite of peace. The unstoppable, painful opposite. Everything hurt both physically and psychologically. The pain inside my head was worse though, so much worse. It hurt so much that I struggled to catch my breath. I couldn't get my thoughts straight. I knew everything hurt but I couldn't be sure why. I wanted to cry until the pain went away but I didn't even have the energy to keep my eyes open. I slipped back out of consciousness.
-- Mum's hand holding mine is the first thing I became aware off. After a moment my mind concluded that Mum's hand meant Mum was there, wherever there was. I didn't open my eyes straight away this time. I wanted to try to sort out my thoughts before I opened my eyes and say anything. My thoughts were a mess, words were circling my mind but I didn't know what any of it meant. Baby. Cross. Fight. Knife. Jed. Jed, my mind focused on that last word, it was important. Jed...
-- 'JED!' I screamed. Sound came this time, loud and peircing. As soon as the sound was out I regretted it. Ithurt my head and my ears, though I took little notice of it. It was all clear now. Jed was my boyfriend who I loved with all my heart. I was a nought and he was a Cross and because of it we'd been attacked. Jed has been stabbed. The more I remembered the worse it got. I was pregnant. Jed stopped breathing. Was Jed...he couldn't be. Could he?
'Lynette?' It was my Dad's voice. There it was again. That name, Lynette, this was serious. Was Jed dead?
'Jed' I repeated, snapping my eyes open. I focused my eyes on my Dad but I wasn't really seeing him. 'Daddy where's Jed?'
'Lynette, Jed...' Dad started.
'No' I cut in. 'He can't be dead. He CAN'T'
'Lynny' Dad said sharply but gently. 'He isn't dead, but... I'm so sorry, honey, they don't expect him to survive the night'
'I want to see him' I meant for my voice to sound insistent and determined but I think I actually sounded tired and quiet. I didn't have the energy to really put anything into the words.
Dad shook his head gently. 'You can't, sweet, he's in a really bad way but so areyou' he paused. I saw him properly now, he lookedso old and lost. 'You were lucky to survive but you did. You're going to be all right, but now you need to stay in here so they can fix you up properly'
'I need to see Jed' I said. Another dreadful thought came to my mind. I didn't have a chance to voice it though, because I drifted back into unconsciousness.
-- 'Lynny? Lynette can you hear me? Are you with us?' it was my Mum's voice this time and I could feel her hand holding mine again. Yes I could hear her, but I couldn't honestly say I was with them. I couldn't really say I was anywhere. It felt like I was nowhere.
There was something I needed to know. I gave Mum's hand a little squeeze to show I was awake.
'Lynny?'
I opened my eyes and instantly saw Mum's tear stained face looking down at me.
'My baby' I whispered because whierping was all I could manage. My eyes has filled with water and my voice was just a choked sob as my whole life had been destroyed.
'I'm so sorry, baby' Mum whispered back. Fresh tears ran down her face as tears fell down my face. Why was Mum crying? It was my boyfirned close to death, it was my baby who was dead. It was me who was hated by my on kind. No, that was selfish, Mum had come close to losing me, her only daughter, and she was feeling my pain. Or rather she was trying to, ther was no way she could actually feel how I was feeling. No one could and I hoped no one would ever have to come even close to it. I instinctively moved my arms over my stomach, I don't know why, I knew it was gone. My baby was dead. I knew it was true but I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe Jed was close to death. I didn't want to believe we'd been attacked by noughts, that noughts had attacked me, one of their own. My memoroes and the continuous pain told me it was all real, though, it was all true. Nothing was going to change that. I closed my eyes and let the tears run down without any chance of stopping.
-- When I next woke up there was no denying it. No denying any of it. I didn't cry that time though. I couldn't cry, it was as though all the water in my eyes had been stolen and there was nothing left to cry. Mym tears couldn't change anything, but that didn't stop it hurting. It felt like there was something wrong with me. My whole world had been destroyed and I wasn't crying. I lifted my hand to my face to see if there was even tears forming in my eyes but stopped when I saw my hand.
I didn't see the pale, white hand of a nought girl. I saw the dark, coffee coloured hand of a Cross.