Chapter Sixteen- Letting You Know
I wake up in a hospital bed, still in my street clothes, where Adam, Jay, Chyna, and Matt were standing around the bed. I feel a shooting pain in my head, and wince back against the pillows. "Is Jeff okay...?" I mumble. "The wreck knocked him out. They don't know how bad the damage is until he wakes up," Chyna says. "It's all my fault," I say softly. "All my fault..." Tears of anger and hurt begin streaming down my face. If it hadn't been for me, Jeff would be okay and we wouldn't even be here. "Oh God, he's gonna die isn't he?! And you guys aren't telling me!!!" I exclaim, beginning to sob loudly as Chyna wraps me in her arms. "No! He's not gonna die, Charity! Don't say that." Matt whispers something to Jason and Adam, then walks out the door. "Where's he going? Jason, where's Matt going?!" "He's just going to check on Jeff, he'll be back in a minute." I'm silent for a minute, and then begin to say everything that's going through my mind. "If it wasn't for me, poor Jeff wouldn't even be here. It's all my fault; I wish now I would have told him... this makes me feel awful. I just wish I would have told him before this happened. I was gonna tell him, I really was... and now I might not get to. Oh God, Jason!!!" I exclaim, burying my face in his chest as he begins to comfort me. "What if Jeff does die? What if Jeff dies and I never get the chance to tell him, Jason?" "Tell him what, babe?" "Tell him that... that... that I love him..." The room goes silent, and I feel Jason's head turn. "Charity?" I hear a familiar voice say. I look up, and tears pour out of my eyes. "Oh God..." I say, covering my mouth with my hand. His head is bandaged, but other than that and the small cuts and bruises on his face, he's okay. "Jeff, I-" "Shhh," he says, walking over and putting a finger over my lips. "I'm so sorry, Charity," he says, tears welling up in his eyes. "I did this to you," he says quietly. "No... no you didn't. I shouldn't have been so mean to you all this time," I say. "Let me explain about that. You had every right to hate me. The first argument, I started. It was just a joke at first, nothing more, but then when you got irritated and started arguing back, I got kinda pissed and came back again. It was my fault. But all this time, I've wanted to tell you that... I love you." "Jeff... I love you, too." He smiles faintly, and leans down to kiss me, putting his lips to mine tenatively. Suddenly, I feel someone's hand on my back push me forward, making me kiss Jeff full-force. This is the third time we've kissed, but the first time it's been consensual. I put my arms around his waist as he slides his tongue into my mouth, touching the tip of his with my own. "Charity," he whispers against my lips. "Hmm?" "I love you." "I love you, too."
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I wake up in a hospital bed, still in my street clothes, where Adam, Jay, Chyna, and Matt were standing around the bed. I feel a shooting pain in my head, and wince back against the pillows. "Is Jeff okay...?" I mumble. "The wreck knocked him out. They don't know how bad the damage is until he wakes up," Chyna says. "It's all my fault," I say softly. "All my fault..." Tears of anger and hurt begin streaming down my face. If it hadn't been for me, Jeff would be okay and we wouldn't even be here. "Oh God, he's gonna die isn't he?! And you guys aren't telling me!!!" I exclaim, beginning to sob loudly as Chyna wraps me in her arms. "No! He's not gonna die, Charity! Don't say that." Matt whispers something to Jason and Adam, then walks out the door. "Where's he going? Jason, where's Matt going?!" "He's just going to check on Jeff, he'll be back in a minute." I'm silent for a minute, and then begin to say everything that's going through my mind. "If it wasn't for me, poor Jeff wouldn't even be here. It's all my fault; I wish now I would have told him... this makes me feel awful. I just wish I would have told him before this happened. I was gonna tell him, I really was... and now I might not get to. Oh God, Jason!!!" I exclaim, burying my face in his chest as he begins to comfort me. "What if Jeff does die? What if Jeff dies and I never get the chance to tell him, Jason?" "Tell him what, babe?" "Tell him that... that... that I love him..." The room goes silent, and I feel Jason's head turn. "Charity?" I hear a familiar voice say. I look up, and tears pour out of my eyes. "Oh God..." I say, covering my mouth with my hand. His head is bandaged, but other than that and the small cuts and bruises on his face, he's okay. "Jeff, I-" "Shhh," he says, walking over and putting a finger over my lips. "I'm so sorry, Charity," he says, tears welling up in his eyes. "I did this to you," he says quietly. "No... no you didn't. I shouldn't have been so mean to you all this time," I say. "Let me explain about that. You had every right to hate me. The first argument, I started. It was just a joke at first, nothing more, but then when you got irritated and started arguing back, I got kinda pissed and came back again. It was my fault. But all this time, I've wanted to tell you that... I love you." "Jeff... I love you, too." He smiles faintly, and leans down to kiss me, putting his lips to mine tenatively. Suddenly, I feel someone's hand on my back push me forward, making me kiss Jeff full-force. This is the third time we've kissed, but the first time it's been consensual. I put my arms around his waist as he slides his tongue into my mouth, touching the tip of his with my own. "Charity," he whispers against my lips. "Hmm?" "I love you." "I love you, too."
**Should I add more to this, or is this a good ending? I need feedback, let me know, you guys!!! Thanx!!**