A thin shaft of sunlight shone into the bedroom through a small parting in the curtains. The light reflected on James' sleek lavender hair as he stirred slightly and lazily opened one eye. He blinked as the past few days, or what he remembered of them, came back to him.
They had been blasted off, he remembered that. He remembered the oncoming tree, thinking "Oh shit", then there was blackness, with only voices and dreams. He definitely remembered making love last night. He glanced down and caught sight of a devastatingly beautiful red haired woman sleeping peacefully next to him. He remembered being with her last night, but he didn't have a clue who she was! James sat up and got out of bed, quick as lightning. He'd taken advantage of a beautiful young woman and he didn't even know her name! He desperately racked his brains, searching for some clue to her personality, but he found nothing. The girl began to stir.
Jesse rubbed her eyes and yawned. She blinked several times until she finally got James into focus.
"Good morning!" She sighed and smiled at him but was taken aback by his panicked expression. "James?" She sat up "What's wrong?"
She obviously knew who he was but that was besides the point. He fidgeted nervously
"I…I'm so sorry miss! I honestly don't know what came over me…I….I didn't mean to take advantage!"
Jesse giggled "Stop being so stupid, come back to bed"
"How can I sleep with you, I don't know who you are!" he hadn't noticed quite how loud his voice had become.
Jesse sat up and got out of bed. James turned away as she slipped into her pink silk dressing gown.
"James, you've seen me naked before, you don't need to turn away" Jesse spoke with a slight hint of annoyance.
"You don't understand! I don't know who you are!" James had never felt more frustrated "Don't you get it?"
"James! Stop it now! It isn't funny anymore!"
"You think I'm joking?"
Jesse noticed that James had tears in his eyes. Her first instinct was to comfort him, but a thought occoured to her. What had the doctor said when he was in hospital? That they couldn't say if he'd come round, and when he did, how badly affected he'd be. Her breath caught in her throat. It couldn't be, it just couldn't. Surely he couldn't forget who she was? Surly there was no amnesia bad enough to do that to him?
"James, I'm Jesse" her voice was soft and afraid "We went to school together, we're in Team Rocket together. You have to remember!"
"No, I'm sorry, I don't remember anything! I don't know who you are!"
Jesse resolved not to panic. Everything would be alright, they were the indelible Team Rocket, nothing like this could possibly happen to them. Everything would be fine, it had to be. She racked her brains, searching for anything that would bring his memory back. There was only one thing that sprung to mind at the moment and she hated doing it alone. She hadn't done it alone since James had been kidnapped by the ghost of Maiden's Peak…
"Prepare for trouble!"
James looked blankly at her. Jesse continued
"Make it double! To protect the world from devastation, to unite al peoples within our nation, to denounce the evils of truth and love, to extend our reach to the stars above, Jesse-" She hesitated "You would say 'James' here, but anyway, Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light, surrender now or prepare to fight"
She was more than a little disheartened that James obviously didn't remember any of it, but nonetheless asked
"Do you remember that?"
"No, I actually though it was pretty dumb."
Jesse gasped "But that's our motto! We do it with more style than anybody else, in Team Rocket or otherwise!"
"Team Rocket?" James looked confused. Jesse almost had a heart attack. There was no way in hell that James could forget Team Rocket, amnesia or no amnesia. But still, she persevered and for the rest of the morning, she told James everything about their time together, searching for the all-important trigger that would bring his memory back. She tried donuts, roses, her own perfume, photographs, clothes, his beloved bottle cap collection and the Pokemon they still had with them, Arbok, Weezing, Lickitung and Victreebell. Nothing brought back anything to James, not even when his Victreebell tried to eat him.
Jesse figured that exposing James to the outside world might help him to regain at least some of his memory. They dressed separately which gave them both a chance to think. James racked his brains torturously, searching for any information about his life leading up to losing his memory but found nothing whilst Jesse tried not to cry as she realised that the man she loved was now no more than a stranger to her. She rubbed her eyes as she ran worst-case scenarios through her brain.
The pair walked down the driveway of the cabin past the hospital and into the park. They tried to make jokes like old times but their laughter was empty and hollow. They walked into a small café where Jesse bought two doughnuts and two glasses of lemonade.
"Mmmm! This is good! What did you say it was called?" Questioned James with a mouthful of doughnut.
"That's a doughnut. It is-was, sorry-your favourite food"
"I can understand that! This is delicious!"
Jesse smiled. She loved to see him happy. Him losing his memory had given him a new, endearing innocence. But Jesse would happily sacrifice this and everything else she loved just to have her old James back. A single tear trickled down her cheek. James looked startled, then reached over to wipe it away.
"Don't cry Jenny! You are so beautiful! I know I'll remember you soon…"
"Jesse! My name is Jesse!" She yelled, with tears streaming down her face. She shoved her chair backwards and ran out of the café. She knew that was no way to behave, but she was way past caring. She had lost her James. She had nothing without him. She was completely empty. Why couldn't he remember? Jesse wondered if she should let Giovanni know what was happening, but she instantly dismissed this idea. If he knew about James' condition, he might kick him off the team, and that didn't bear thinking about. Understanding as he had been recently, Jesse knew how unpredictable Giovanni could be. She had all but lost James, she wasn't about to risk not being allowed to work with him anymore. Jesse stumbled into the park and slumped heavily onto a bench. She observed her surroundings and noticed that this was the same bench she had sat on only a few days ago. She remembered how she had felt; alone, vulnerable and much as she denied it to herself, she had been afraid. Afraid of losing James, afraid of being alone, afraid to face the world by herself. Ever since her mother had disappeared, James was the only person Jesse had loved. If she lost him, she knew for sure that she would never love again. She could never risk the pain of losing another loved one. He had to get his memory back, but how? For once, Jesse was at a loss.
James threw a random sum of money onto the tables and ran out of the café in pursuit of Jesse. She couldn't have gotten far, but she was fast and intelligent and the street was crowded.
"JESSE!!! WHERE ARE YOU?" He screamed, running through the streets, pushing past all of the other pedestrians and ignoring the dodgy looks that people were giving him. He searched down every street he came across. At every corner, he was sure he recognised where he was, but the familiarity faded almost as soon as it came. He ran and ran, becoming more and more frustrated. He didn't know how long he searched for, but his quest came to a halt when he caught sight of a beautiful redheaded woman slumped on a bench. James ran to her and threw his arms around her. Jesse was shocked for a fraction of a second, then she grabbed James and held him tightly as if he were the most precious thing in the world which, to her, he was. Jesse wasn't crying, she had done enough of that recently, but she nonetheless buried her face in James' jacket. She hugged him and, still holding him, she lifted her head and smelled his hair. It smelled of his lavender shampoo, the same one he always used because it made his hair shinier than any other. Jesse hated being the only one who knew every silly little detail about both of them. She realised that James was dependant upon her and she couldn't cope with that responsibility. She concluded that she had tortured herself enough in her search for how to bring back James' memory. It was time to start from scratch.
As they strolled arm in arm back to the cabin, Jesse thought about the defining characteristics of Team Rocket, or at least their division of it. What made them special? Naturally the first thing that came to mind was their fashion sense. So, Jesse spent the evening demonstrating to James their various disguises. She noticed very little positive response from him until ten PM. He had just tried on his old officer Jenny costume and was admiring himself in the mirror, when he squealed.
"Ooohh, I look so GOOD in a skirt! This one especially flatters my calves, and the buttons on the shirt bring out my eyes, don't you agree Jes?"
Jesse was ecstatic. That was the James se remembered! He always loved dressing up in women's clothing. Of course, the only reason that she always let him be the woman when they put on their disguises was because she secretly loved the sight of him in a skirt.
"You always look fantastic to me James" she sighed.
Finally, at a quarter to eleven, Jesse decided to call it a day. James' obvious interest in cross dressing was encouraging, but there was still a long way to go. She decided that tomorrow she would teach James about what he used to love doing the most; eating. She had bought doughnuts, éclairs and lemonade earlier that day and she could see it snowing lightly outside. Everything was going to plan.
Jesse awoke first the next morning. She went outside and collected a bucketful of snow, then set to work setting the table. James shuffled out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes, just as Jesse set the final plate on the table.
"What's this Jesse?" asked James suspiciously eyeing up the spread.
"It's all of the things you used to love eating. Donuts, éclairs, lemonade, and those.." she said, gesturing to a pile of melting white blobs "Are snow rolls like mamma used to make. But mamma's not here so I made them!" She looked proud as James sat sown to eat. As he munched his way through an éclair, a fleeting memory cam to him…
He, Jesse and some sort of cat Pokemon were tied to a tree. There was a picnic blanket on the floor, surrounded by tinyturtle Pokemon. James was complaining "They're eating all the jelly doughnuts and éclairs!"
But the memory faded almost as soon as it had come. However, James found that almost every new experience he had that morning gave him another fragment of memory. He was beginning to piece together bits of his time with Jesse. But there was still a long, long way to go before he was his old self.
Jesse didn't say anything, she had spent half an hour throwing up that morning and she was looking decidedly pale. She put it down to fatigue and felt sure she'd feel better after a few hours rest.
That afternoon they went on another walk through the park. They didn't do much walking as Jesse was on the verge of fainting after half an hour. James picked her up and gently carried her to a bench. The air was unseasonably warm and most of the snow from the previous night had already melted. Jesse leaned against James and he wrapped an arm around her as she clasped his hand. Jesse felt awful. She had a horrible, nauseous feeling in her stomach and she was exhausted. She also couldn't understand why she had suddenly lost all desire for the foods she used to love. Much as she thought about it, the only solution she could think of was exhaustion. She had been through a lot, more than she could humanly cope with-much as she denied it to herself- and she realised that she probably wouldn't feel much better until James regained his memory, but there was no telling how long that would be.
After about an hour they concluded that heading back to the cabin would be a good idea so they set off, Jesse leaning on James for support. As they walked past the pokemart, three familiar kids and a Pikachu walked out.
"It's Team Rocket!" Misty yelled shrilly. Her voice cut through Jesse like a knife and she shuddered. James however, stared at the twerps with recognition. Jesse had never mentioned them to him in the past couple of days but yet, he felt almost as if he knew them. James thought….yes, he did know them! James staggered and almost fell over as a lifetime of memories flooded back to him. He remembered everything, Team Rocket, Jesse, Growlie, his life, their time together, the twerps, everything! He was so overcome that he grabbed Jesse and held her in a passionate kiss. She resisted for two seconds, then realised what had happened and kissed him back.
"Er…we'll just be going then" Ash sounded awkward as the twerps edged away.
After three minutes they came up for air. Jesse had tears in her eyes but she looked happier than James had ever seen her. They didn't say anything, but they each understood perfectly what the other was feeling. Jesse's face suddenly fell and she began to sway like a bellsprout. James caught her and carried her back to the cabin. Even though it was only 8 pm when they arrived, the two of them went straight to bed. James waited until Jesse had fallen asleep before he lay down, his mind buzzing with thousands of memories.
The following morning he awoke to the sound of Jesse heaving in the bathroom. He cringed sympathetically and walked in on her, doubled over the toilet bowl. He held back her hair and gently rubbed her back, feeling completely helpless. When Jesse finally stopped throwing up, she turned to him, pale and shaking.
"God morning" Jesse attempted cheerfulness, which somehow didn't work as she feebly smiled at him. James hugged her tightly.
"Jesse, you're not well, I can't just stand by and watch you suffer! I know you've not been right for a couple of days now, I'm worried about you. We need to get you checked out by a doctor."
"No James, I'm fine, honestly. I don't need to see a doctor, I'm just tired. I'll be fine in a couple of days." Jesse's tone was resolute and James knew better than to argue with her. Tiredness seemed a feasible enough explanation, one which Jesse managed to use every day for two weeks. After 14 days however, James could take no more. Jesse was throwing up after every meal and had no energy. James finally cracked one morning as Jesse returned from the bathroom.
"Right Jesse, that's it. Get your coat, we're going to the hospital. You can't talk your way out of it this time, you aren't well and you need medical attention!" James flinched, anticipating being hit with some random item that Jesse would undoubtedly pull out of nowhere. This time however, Jesse was too weak to argue. She merely nodded and pulled on her jacket. As they walked to the hospital she had to lean on James for support.
Jesse went into the examining room alone leaving James perched on the edge of a seat with his head in his hands. The waiting room was empty and silent except for the maddening ticking of the clock. James had no idea how long he sat there for, but every minute felt like a century. Every illness he had ever heard of ran through his brain. It had to be something really bad, because Jesse never got ill. He didn't notice the silent tears trickling down his face as he prayed that Jesse would be alright.
After what felt like several millennia, the doctor came into the waiting room. His eyes were cast down onto the floor and he looked deadly serious. James could take the waiting no longer
"How is she?"
TO BE CONTINUED
They had been blasted off, he remembered that. He remembered the oncoming tree, thinking "Oh shit", then there was blackness, with only voices and dreams. He definitely remembered making love last night. He glanced down and caught sight of a devastatingly beautiful red haired woman sleeping peacefully next to him. He remembered being with her last night, but he didn't have a clue who she was! James sat up and got out of bed, quick as lightning. He'd taken advantage of a beautiful young woman and he didn't even know her name! He desperately racked his brains, searching for some clue to her personality, but he found nothing. The girl began to stir.
Jesse rubbed her eyes and yawned. She blinked several times until she finally got James into focus.
"Good morning!" She sighed and smiled at him but was taken aback by his panicked expression. "James?" She sat up "What's wrong?"
She obviously knew who he was but that was besides the point. He fidgeted nervously
"I…I'm so sorry miss! I honestly don't know what came over me…I….I didn't mean to take advantage!"
Jesse giggled "Stop being so stupid, come back to bed"
"How can I sleep with you, I don't know who you are!" he hadn't noticed quite how loud his voice had become.
Jesse sat up and got out of bed. James turned away as she slipped into her pink silk dressing gown.
"James, you've seen me naked before, you don't need to turn away" Jesse spoke with a slight hint of annoyance.
"You don't understand! I don't know who you are!" James had never felt more frustrated "Don't you get it?"
"James! Stop it now! It isn't funny anymore!"
"You think I'm joking?"
Jesse noticed that James had tears in his eyes. Her first instinct was to comfort him, but a thought occoured to her. What had the doctor said when he was in hospital? That they couldn't say if he'd come round, and when he did, how badly affected he'd be. Her breath caught in her throat. It couldn't be, it just couldn't. Surely he couldn't forget who she was? Surly there was no amnesia bad enough to do that to him?
"James, I'm Jesse" her voice was soft and afraid "We went to school together, we're in Team Rocket together. You have to remember!"
"No, I'm sorry, I don't remember anything! I don't know who you are!"
Jesse resolved not to panic. Everything would be alright, they were the indelible Team Rocket, nothing like this could possibly happen to them. Everything would be fine, it had to be. She racked her brains, searching for anything that would bring his memory back. There was only one thing that sprung to mind at the moment and she hated doing it alone. She hadn't done it alone since James had been kidnapped by the ghost of Maiden's Peak…
"Prepare for trouble!"
James looked blankly at her. Jesse continued
"Make it double! To protect the world from devastation, to unite al peoples within our nation, to denounce the evils of truth and love, to extend our reach to the stars above, Jesse-" She hesitated "You would say 'James' here, but anyway, Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light, surrender now or prepare to fight"
She was more than a little disheartened that James obviously didn't remember any of it, but nonetheless asked
"Do you remember that?"
"No, I actually though it was pretty dumb."
Jesse gasped "But that's our motto! We do it with more style than anybody else, in Team Rocket or otherwise!"
"Team Rocket?" James looked confused. Jesse almost had a heart attack. There was no way in hell that James could forget Team Rocket, amnesia or no amnesia. But still, she persevered and for the rest of the morning, she told James everything about their time together, searching for the all-important trigger that would bring his memory back. She tried donuts, roses, her own perfume, photographs, clothes, his beloved bottle cap collection and the Pokemon they still had with them, Arbok, Weezing, Lickitung and Victreebell. Nothing brought back anything to James, not even when his Victreebell tried to eat him.
Jesse figured that exposing James to the outside world might help him to regain at least some of his memory. They dressed separately which gave them both a chance to think. James racked his brains torturously, searching for any information about his life leading up to losing his memory but found nothing whilst Jesse tried not to cry as she realised that the man she loved was now no more than a stranger to her. She rubbed her eyes as she ran worst-case scenarios through her brain.
The pair walked down the driveway of the cabin past the hospital and into the park. They tried to make jokes like old times but their laughter was empty and hollow. They walked into a small café where Jesse bought two doughnuts and two glasses of lemonade.
"Mmmm! This is good! What did you say it was called?" Questioned James with a mouthful of doughnut.
"That's a doughnut. It is-was, sorry-your favourite food"
"I can understand that! This is delicious!"
Jesse smiled. She loved to see him happy. Him losing his memory had given him a new, endearing innocence. But Jesse would happily sacrifice this and everything else she loved just to have her old James back. A single tear trickled down her cheek. James looked startled, then reached over to wipe it away.
"Don't cry Jenny! You are so beautiful! I know I'll remember you soon…"
"Jesse! My name is Jesse!" She yelled, with tears streaming down her face. She shoved her chair backwards and ran out of the café. She knew that was no way to behave, but she was way past caring. She had lost her James. She had nothing without him. She was completely empty. Why couldn't he remember? Jesse wondered if she should let Giovanni know what was happening, but she instantly dismissed this idea. If he knew about James' condition, he might kick him off the team, and that didn't bear thinking about. Understanding as he had been recently, Jesse knew how unpredictable Giovanni could be. She had all but lost James, she wasn't about to risk not being allowed to work with him anymore. Jesse stumbled into the park and slumped heavily onto a bench. She observed her surroundings and noticed that this was the same bench she had sat on only a few days ago. She remembered how she had felt; alone, vulnerable and much as she denied it to herself, she had been afraid. Afraid of losing James, afraid of being alone, afraid to face the world by herself. Ever since her mother had disappeared, James was the only person Jesse had loved. If she lost him, she knew for sure that she would never love again. She could never risk the pain of losing another loved one. He had to get his memory back, but how? For once, Jesse was at a loss.
James threw a random sum of money onto the tables and ran out of the café in pursuit of Jesse. She couldn't have gotten far, but she was fast and intelligent and the street was crowded.
"JESSE!!! WHERE ARE YOU?" He screamed, running through the streets, pushing past all of the other pedestrians and ignoring the dodgy looks that people were giving him. He searched down every street he came across. At every corner, he was sure he recognised where he was, but the familiarity faded almost as soon as it came. He ran and ran, becoming more and more frustrated. He didn't know how long he searched for, but his quest came to a halt when he caught sight of a beautiful redheaded woman slumped on a bench. James ran to her and threw his arms around her. Jesse was shocked for a fraction of a second, then she grabbed James and held him tightly as if he were the most precious thing in the world which, to her, he was. Jesse wasn't crying, she had done enough of that recently, but she nonetheless buried her face in James' jacket. She hugged him and, still holding him, she lifted her head and smelled his hair. It smelled of his lavender shampoo, the same one he always used because it made his hair shinier than any other. Jesse hated being the only one who knew every silly little detail about both of them. She realised that James was dependant upon her and she couldn't cope with that responsibility. She concluded that she had tortured herself enough in her search for how to bring back James' memory. It was time to start from scratch.
As they strolled arm in arm back to the cabin, Jesse thought about the defining characteristics of Team Rocket, or at least their division of it. What made them special? Naturally the first thing that came to mind was their fashion sense. So, Jesse spent the evening demonstrating to James their various disguises. She noticed very little positive response from him until ten PM. He had just tried on his old officer Jenny costume and was admiring himself in the mirror, when he squealed.
"Ooohh, I look so GOOD in a skirt! This one especially flatters my calves, and the buttons on the shirt bring out my eyes, don't you agree Jes?"
Jesse was ecstatic. That was the James se remembered! He always loved dressing up in women's clothing. Of course, the only reason that she always let him be the woman when they put on their disguises was because she secretly loved the sight of him in a skirt.
"You always look fantastic to me James" she sighed.
Finally, at a quarter to eleven, Jesse decided to call it a day. James' obvious interest in cross dressing was encouraging, but there was still a long way to go. She decided that tomorrow she would teach James about what he used to love doing the most; eating. She had bought doughnuts, éclairs and lemonade earlier that day and she could see it snowing lightly outside. Everything was going to plan.
Jesse awoke first the next morning. She went outside and collected a bucketful of snow, then set to work setting the table. James shuffled out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes, just as Jesse set the final plate on the table.
"What's this Jesse?" asked James suspiciously eyeing up the spread.
"It's all of the things you used to love eating. Donuts, éclairs, lemonade, and those.." she said, gesturing to a pile of melting white blobs "Are snow rolls like mamma used to make. But mamma's not here so I made them!" She looked proud as James sat sown to eat. As he munched his way through an éclair, a fleeting memory cam to him…
He, Jesse and some sort of cat Pokemon were tied to a tree. There was a picnic blanket on the floor, surrounded by tinyturtle Pokemon. James was complaining "They're eating all the jelly doughnuts and éclairs!"
But the memory faded almost as soon as it had come. However, James found that almost every new experience he had that morning gave him another fragment of memory. He was beginning to piece together bits of his time with Jesse. But there was still a long, long way to go before he was his old self.
Jesse didn't say anything, she had spent half an hour throwing up that morning and she was looking decidedly pale. She put it down to fatigue and felt sure she'd feel better after a few hours rest.
That afternoon they went on another walk through the park. They didn't do much walking as Jesse was on the verge of fainting after half an hour. James picked her up and gently carried her to a bench. The air was unseasonably warm and most of the snow from the previous night had already melted. Jesse leaned against James and he wrapped an arm around her as she clasped his hand. Jesse felt awful. She had a horrible, nauseous feeling in her stomach and she was exhausted. She also couldn't understand why she had suddenly lost all desire for the foods she used to love. Much as she thought about it, the only solution she could think of was exhaustion. She had been through a lot, more than she could humanly cope with-much as she denied it to herself- and she realised that she probably wouldn't feel much better until James regained his memory, but there was no telling how long that would be.
After about an hour they concluded that heading back to the cabin would be a good idea so they set off, Jesse leaning on James for support. As they walked past the pokemart, three familiar kids and a Pikachu walked out.
"It's Team Rocket!" Misty yelled shrilly. Her voice cut through Jesse like a knife and she shuddered. James however, stared at the twerps with recognition. Jesse had never mentioned them to him in the past couple of days but yet, he felt almost as if he knew them. James thought….yes, he did know them! James staggered and almost fell over as a lifetime of memories flooded back to him. He remembered everything, Team Rocket, Jesse, Growlie, his life, their time together, the twerps, everything! He was so overcome that he grabbed Jesse and held her in a passionate kiss. She resisted for two seconds, then realised what had happened and kissed him back.
"Er…we'll just be going then" Ash sounded awkward as the twerps edged away.
After three minutes they came up for air. Jesse had tears in her eyes but she looked happier than James had ever seen her. They didn't say anything, but they each understood perfectly what the other was feeling. Jesse's face suddenly fell and she began to sway like a bellsprout. James caught her and carried her back to the cabin. Even though it was only 8 pm when they arrived, the two of them went straight to bed. James waited until Jesse had fallen asleep before he lay down, his mind buzzing with thousands of memories.
The following morning he awoke to the sound of Jesse heaving in the bathroom. He cringed sympathetically and walked in on her, doubled over the toilet bowl. He held back her hair and gently rubbed her back, feeling completely helpless. When Jesse finally stopped throwing up, she turned to him, pale and shaking.
"God morning" Jesse attempted cheerfulness, which somehow didn't work as she feebly smiled at him. James hugged her tightly.
"Jesse, you're not well, I can't just stand by and watch you suffer! I know you've not been right for a couple of days now, I'm worried about you. We need to get you checked out by a doctor."
"No James, I'm fine, honestly. I don't need to see a doctor, I'm just tired. I'll be fine in a couple of days." Jesse's tone was resolute and James knew better than to argue with her. Tiredness seemed a feasible enough explanation, one which Jesse managed to use every day for two weeks. After 14 days however, James could take no more. Jesse was throwing up after every meal and had no energy. James finally cracked one morning as Jesse returned from the bathroom.
"Right Jesse, that's it. Get your coat, we're going to the hospital. You can't talk your way out of it this time, you aren't well and you need medical attention!" James flinched, anticipating being hit with some random item that Jesse would undoubtedly pull out of nowhere. This time however, Jesse was too weak to argue. She merely nodded and pulled on her jacket. As they walked to the hospital she had to lean on James for support.
Jesse went into the examining room alone leaving James perched on the edge of a seat with his head in his hands. The waiting room was empty and silent except for the maddening ticking of the clock. James had no idea how long he sat there for, but every minute felt like a century. Every illness he had ever heard of ran through his brain. It had to be something really bad, because Jesse never got ill. He didn't notice the silent tears trickling down his face as he prayed that Jesse would be alright.
After what felt like several millennia, the doctor came into the waiting room. His eyes were cast down onto the floor and he looked deadly serious. James could take the waiting no longer
"How is she?"
TO BE CONTINUED