Forgot to say that the first chapter was Joey's voice. This chapter is
Pacey's. This is my first Dawsons Creek Fanfic. Please R&R and if you
don't think it's any good, let me know.
I don't own any of the character names you know but anyone else I do.
Read on.
The phone call had terrified me. I had never heard her like that before. The only problem was she was in New York and I was in Boston. No matter what I would drive to get her. I couldn't help it. I had to get to her. The drive took me almost four hours. Four hours too long.
At her apartment building I ran inside and up the stairs. The last thing she had told me was the key was under he mat Sure enough, I lifted the mat and there was the spare key. I opened the door slowly but when I saw the scene in front of me I rushed to her. She lay on the floor surrounded by blood. She was curled in such a tight ball. "Oh my God Jo, what happened?" I asked, knowing she wouldn't answer me. I gathered her into my arms. She screamed the whole way. "It's all right. I'm here now." She sobbed so hard. I had such a huge lump in my throat. I have never seen anyone in this state before. She was covered in blood and bruises.
Wait what was happening? My jeans began to fell wet. At first I thought it was from all the blood she lay in but when it continued to get heavier I realised she was bleeding from down there. "Jo, I'm going to call an ambulance and get the police."
She protested but she knew it was the right thing to do. I reached the portable phone she had lying beside her. Dialling 911 I didn't know what to tell them. The woman on the other end was very helpful. She told me to wrap her in a blanket and the ambulance was on it's way. "Joey, baby it's all right, someone's on the way." I grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and wrapped her in it. She was slipping in and out of consciousness. I talked to her all the time. I didn't know how much help I was being.
Finally the paramedics showed up. "What have we got here?" The first guy to appear on the scene asked.
"I really don't know. She called me about four hours ago. I live in Boston. She just said she needed me. I drove here and found her lying on the floor surrounded by blood. She's being slipping in and out of consciousness since I got here. She's also bleeding from down below."
"It's all right sir, don't worry we'll take good care of her. You came all the way from Boston?" I nodded. "You must love her."
"Yeah, I do." I couldn't help it. I did. "Her name is Joey. I mean Josephine Potter. She's 24 years old."
"thank you, now lets get her to hospital." They loaded her onto a stretcher and carried her out. I was right behind them. What had happened to her. The drive to the hospital was quick. A doctor was standing waiting on the ambulance as we pulled up. "Female, 24, unsure what happened. Blood count is low, bleeding, heavily, possible leg fracture. Pulse ox 85 on 100%."
"Ok, straight into trauma two. Name?"
"She's called Josephine. But call her Joey." I spoke for the first time since the apartment. "She doesn't like Josephine."
"Okay, and you are?" The doctor asked eyeing the state of the clothes I was wearing.
"Pacey Witter, her friend."
"He was the guy that found her. He drove all the way from Boston to get to her when she called him. That's the thing, what ever happenedto her, it happened over four hours ago. I thik Jimmy told your admit desk so they could get the blood ready. She's been in and out of consciousness for the whole time."
"Okay, thanks, we'll take it from here. Mr Witter if you'd like to wait over in chairs, I'll be out as soon as I know anything." The doctor disappeared into the trauma room.
About an hour later the same doctor walked up to me. "Mr Witter, I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Doctor Garett. Ms Potter is doing better. We managed to get blood back into her. Her pulse ox came back up and she is perking up. She had received a heavy beating which has caused extensive injuries. She lost the baby she was carrying."
"She was pregnant." I was shocked.
"Yes. She is awake now and asking to see you. She can't talk all that well. Her throat has been constricted at some point during the attack."
"Thank you doctor." I said walking towards the room where Joey lay. She looked so vunerable lying on that steel bed. I wanted to gather her up into my arms and take her home. Look after her on my own. But I know she's in the best possible place.
Read on.
The phone call had terrified me. I had never heard her like that before. The only problem was she was in New York and I was in Boston. No matter what I would drive to get her. I couldn't help it. I had to get to her. The drive took me almost four hours. Four hours too long.
At her apartment building I ran inside and up the stairs. The last thing she had told me was the key was under he mat Sure enough, I lifted the mat and there was the spare key. I opened the door slowly but when I saw the scene in front of me I rushed to her. She lay on the floor surrounded by blood. She was curled in such a tight ball. "Oh my God Jo, what happened?" I asked, knowing she wouldn't answer me. I gathered her into my arms. She screamed the whole way. "It's all right. I'm here now." She sobbed so hard. I had such a huge lump in my throat. I have never seen anyone in this state before. She was covered in blood and bruises.
Wait what was happening? My jeans began to fell wet. At first I thought it was from all the blood she lay in but when it continued to get heavier I realised she was bleeding from down there. "Jo, I'm going to call an ambulance and get the police."
She protested but she knew it was the right thing to do. I reached the portable phone she had lying beside her. Dialling 911 I didn't know what to tell them. The woman on the other end was very helpful. She told me to wrap her in a blanket and the ambulance was on it's way. "Joey, baby it's all right, someone's on the way." I grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and wrapped her in it. She was slipping in and out of consciousness. I talked to her all the time. I didn't know how much help I was being.
Finally the paramedics showed up. "What have we got here?" The first guy to appear on the scene asked.
"I really don't know. She called me about four hours ago. I live in Boston. She just said she needed me. I drove here and found her lying on the floor surrounded by blood. She's being slipping in and out of consciousness since I got here. She's also bleeding from down below."
"It's all right sir, don't worry we'll take good care of her. You came all the way from Boston?" I nodded. "You must love her."
"Yeah, I do." I couldn't help it. I did. "Her name is Joey. I mean Josephine Potter. She's 24 years old."
"thank you, now lets get her to hospital." They loaded her onto a stretcher and carried her out. I was right behind them. What had happened to her. The drive to the hospital was quick. A doctor was standing waiting on the ambulance as we pulled up. "Female, 24, unsure what happened. Blood count is low, bleeding, heavily, possible leg fracture. Pulse ox 85 on 100%."
"Ok, straight into trauma two. Name?"
"She's called Josephine. But call her Joey." I spoke for the first time since the apartment. "She doesn't like Josephine."
"Okay, and you are?" The doctor asked eyeing the state of the clothes I was wearing.
"Pacey Witter, her friend."
"He was the guy that found her. He drove all the way from Boston to get to her when she called him. That's the thing, what ever happenedto her, it happened over four hours ago. I thik Jimmy told your admit desk so they could get the blood ready. She's been in and out of consciousness for the whole time."
"Okay, thanks, we'll take it from here. Mr Witter if you'd like to wait over in chairs, I'll be out as soon as I know anything." The doctor disappeared into the trauma room.
About an hour later the same doctor walked up to me. "Mr Witter, I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Doctor Garett. Ms Potter is doing better. We managed to get blood back into her. Her pulse ox came back up and she is perking up. She had received a heavy beating which has caused extensive injuries. She lost the baby she was carrying."
"She was pregnant." I was shocked.
"Yes. She is awake now and asking to see you. She can't talk all that well. Her throat has been constricted at some point during the attack."
"Thank you doctor." I said walking towards the room where Joey lay. She looked so vunerable lying on that steel bed. I wanted to gather her up into my arms and take her home. Look after her on my own. But I know she's in the best possible place.