Dawson paced back and forth, impatience was overruling him. What was taking
the doctors so long in the emergency room?
"Dawson, will you just sit down and relax a minute? You've been pacing this waiting room about a thousand times!" Joey said.
Dawson looked at her harshly. How could he sit down and relax at a moment like this? Jen was in the emergency room; she may be dying, he couldn't just relax.
"God, no, I'm not going to relax! I can't relax, I just want the doctors to come out and give us a clue about how Jen is doing!" he stated.
Joey stood up and put her arms around him. "Dawson, she'll be okay. You know how strong Jen is, she'll be fine."
Dawson shook Joey off from his arm and kept pacing. Looking hurt, Joey sat back down in her chair beside Jack. Dawson peered over at him. Jack looked terrible, tonight was not his night. Jen had put herself in danger once that night and Jack thought she would be okay after the roof incident. He went back to the party, not suspecting anything like this was going to happen.
"God, this is all my fault!" Jack murmured.
"How is this your fault, jack?" Joey asked.
"I should have said no to the alcohol, I should have kicked the people who brought the beer out of the house. If I had, this would not have happened to Jen." He replied.
"Jack, no one asked you to be our guardian, least of all Jen." Dawson told him. Jack glared at Dawson.
"You're right, it's not just my fault, Joey. It's mostly Dawson's fault!" Jack spat.
Dawson spun around in anger. "What did you say?"
Jack stood up and strode over to where Dawson was standing. "I said that you are the cause of Jen's fall! She would have never fallen if she didn't love you! she would have never have fallen if she didn't react to you and Joey being together on the steps!"
Dawson pushed his face in toward Jack, but was held back by Pacey, who had shown up in the middle of no where.
"Guys, this is not anyone's fault but the drunk dude! Remember how Jen fell? Remember how that guy pulled her down by her neck? I don't think it was any of you all, so quit fighting! This is neither of you guys' fault!" he stated flatly.
Jack and Dawson glared at each other hatefully, but eventually backed away from each other and sat down. Suddenly a white coated, solemn faced doctor stepped in to the room. He had a flushed face with round glasses. He was slightly balding, only white hair surrounded his hairy ears. The name tag on his left lapel read Dr. Dieblar.
Everyone stood up at once.
"Doctor, is she ok? Is Jen alright?" Dawson asked frantically.
The doctor held up his hand with authority. "Slow down, son. Now your friend has suffered severe trauma to her head, tests say that she has some slight brain swelling. Jennifer is suffering some broken ribs and a broken pelvis. She's stabilized, but that doesn't mean that she is out of the woods. She's had a rough fall, so I must demand that you not see her until the morning." The doctor said, predicting Jack's question.
"Will she be okay, though?" Joey asked curiously.
"Well, she should have a nice recovery if all goes according to plan. She'll have trouble breathing and eating and speaking because of the broken ribs. She will be confined to bed rest for months, then she will have to use a wheel chair for a couple also because of her pelvis. Jen's swelling of the brain should go down in about a week because it's not that extensive. She will suffer and be in a tremendous amount of pain, but the recovery is not impossible. If that girl has will power, she will get through this quite well." The doctor smiled bleakly. His beady little eyes glanced around the room quickly. "It looks like that she has a lot of supportive and loving friends to guide her through this tough time."
The troop nodded silently. Dr. Dieblar looked at his watch. "Ok, if you have any questions, please come to the front desk and the secretaries should be able to answer them. I have to go." With that, the doctor hurried out the door without another glance back.
Jack sighed. How could such a night that was supposed to be the party of the year of 1999 end so horribly? He was so afraid to know how Jen really felt about this, he knew she would want to die if she couldn't be walking around, having fun on her own. Now she couldn't even laugh without enduring excruciating pain. Jack stole a glance at Dawson, but Dawson wasn't looking like he was thinking about Jen. Dawson was staring at Joey in an odd odd way.
Dawson was staring at Joey because he thought he saw her face fall when the doctor said that Jen was to recover. She looked disappointed almost. It didn't even occur to Dawson that Joey really cared for Jen, in fact, Dawson wondered why she was even there at the hospital with them. Joey had always despised Jen. Dawson thought it over a little bit, but then shrugged it off. Joey was such a good person, she probably just came along to see how Jen was doing. No matter who it was, Joey didn't hate a person as much as to wish them any harm.
"Dawson, I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute." Joey whispered.
Dawson nodded. Joey slipped out of the waiting room swiftly. She walked down the hall and walked past the sign that said RESTROOMS. She didn't stop walking until she found the exit of the emergency room. When she was finally outside, a figure standing in the dark came into the light . It was the drunk boy that pulled Jen down the stairs.
"Jesus Christ, what took you so long?" the panickstricken boy asked. Joey ignored the question.
"You didn't do a very good job in getting rid of her, you idiot." she spat.
The boy swore under his breath. "But you are still gonna pay me, right? I mean, Joey, I need that money."
Joey smacked him. "Don't you ever say my name out loud. We don't know each other, remember? And if the police come running to you, my name stays out of your mouth. Yes I will still pay you, but I should never have sent a man to do a woman's job" she said threateningly
Joey threw about five hundred dollars into the boy's expecting palms. The boy counted it and fled.
. "I'll have to get rid of the slut myself," she said watching the boy run from her icy glare.
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A/N: Okay, Jen was originally going to die, but I just couldn't be that cruel as to kill her...........yet. this plot twister about Joey was suggested to me, so I thought that I'd try it out. I love Joey, it's just that she's never been evil. Well, now she is..hahaha. You guys like the twister? REVIEW!!!!!
"Dawson, will you just sit down and relax a minute? You've been pacing this waiting room about a thousand times!" Joey said.
Dawson looked at her harshly. How could he sit down and relax at a moment like this? Jen was in the emergency room; she may be dying, he couldn't just relax.
"God, no, I'm not going to relax! I can't relax, I just want the doctors to come out and give us a clue about how Jen is doing!" he stated.
Joey stood up and put her arms around him. "Dawson, she'll be okay. You know how strong Jen is, she'll be fine."
Dawson shook Joey off from his arm and kept pacing. Looking hurt, Joey sat back down in her chair beside Jack. Dawson peered over at him. Jack looked terrible, tonight was not his night. Jen had put herself in danger once that night and Jack thought she would be okay after the roof incident. He went back to the party, not suspecting anything like this was going to happen.
"God, this is all my fault!" Jack murmured.
"How is this your fault, jack?" Joey asked.
"I should have said no to the alcohol, I should have kicked the people who brought the beer out of the house. If I had, this would not have happened to Jen." He replied.
"Jack, no one asked you to be our guardian, least of all Jen." Dawson told him. Jack glared at Dawson.
"You're right, it's not just my fault, Joey. It's mostly Dawson's fault!" Jack spat.
Dawson spun around in anger. "What did you say?"
Jack stood up and strode over to where Dawson was standing. "I said that you are the cause of Jen's fall! She would have never fallen if she didn't love you! she would have never have fallen if she didn't react to you and Joey being together on the steps!"
Dawson pushed his face in toward Jack, but was held back by Pacey, who had shown up in the middle of no where.
"Guys, this is not anyone's fault but the drunk dude! Remember how Jen fell? Remember how that guy pulled her down by her neck? I don't think it was any of you all, so quit fighting! This is neither of you guys' fault!" he stated flatly.
Jack and Dawson glared at each other hatefully, but eventually backed away from each other and sat down. Suddenly a white coated, solemn faced doctor stepped in to the room. He had a flushed face with round glasses. He was slightly balding, only white hair surrounded his hairy ears. The name tag on his left lapel read Dr. Dieblar.
Everyone stood up at once.
"Doctor, is she ok? Is Jen alright?" Dawson asked frantically.
The doctor held up his hand with authority. "Slow down, son. Now your friend has suffered severe trauma to her head, tests say that she has some slight brain swelling. Jennifer is suffering some broken ribs and a broken pelvis. She's stabilized, but that doesn't mean that she is out of the woods. She's had a rough fall, so I must demand that you not see her until the morning." The doctor said, predicting Jack's question.
"Will she be okay, though?" Joey asked curiously.
"Well, she should have a nice recovery if all goes according to plan. She'll have trouble breathing and eating and speaking because of the broken ribs. She will be confined to bed rest for months, then she will have to use a wheel chair for a couple also because of her pelvis. Jen's swelling of the brain should go down in about a week because it's not that extensive. She will suffer and be in a tremendous amount of pain, but the recovery is not impossible. If that girl has will power, she will get through this quite well." The doctor smiled bleakly. His beady little eyes glanced around the room quickly. "It looks like that she has a lot of supportive and loving friends to guide her through this tough time."
The troop nodded silently. Dr. Dieblar looked at his watch. "Ok, if you have any questions, please come to the front desk and the secretaries should be able to answer them. I have to go." With that, the doctor hurried out the door without another glance back.
Jack sighed. How could such a night that was supposed to be the party of the year of 1999 end so horribly? He was so afraid to know how Jen really felt about this, he knew she would want to die if she couldn't be walking around, having fun on her own. Now she couldn't even laugh without enduring excruciating pain. Jack stole a glance at Dawson, but Dawson wasn't looking like he was thinking about Jen. Dawson was staring at Joey in an odd odd way.
Dawson was staring at Joey because he thought he saw her face fall when the doctor said that Jen was to recover. She looked disappointed almost. It didn't even occur to Dawson that Joey really cared for Jen, in fact, Dawson wondered why she was even there at the hospital with them. Joey had always despised Jen. Dawson thought it over a little bit, but then shrugged it off. Joey was such a good person, she probably just came along to see how Jen was doing. No matter who it was, Joey didn't hate a person as much as to wish them any harm.
"Dawson, I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute." Joey whispered.
Dawson nodded. Joey slipped out of the waiting room swiftly. She walked down the hall and walked past the sign that said RESTROOMS. She didn't stop walking until she found the exit of the emergency room. When she was finally outside, a figure standing in the dark came into the light . It was the drunk boy that pulled Jen down the stairs.
"Jesus Christ, what took you so long?" the panickstricken boy asked. Joey ignored the question.
"You didn't do a very good job in getting rid of her, you idiot." she spat.
The boy swore under his breath. "But you are still gonna pay me, right? I mean, Joey, I need that money."
Joey smacked him. "Don't you ever say my name out loud. We don't know each other, remember? And if the police come running to you, my name stays out of your mouth. Yes I will still pay you, but I should never have sent a man to do a woman's job" she said threateningly
Joey threw about five hundred dollars into the boy's expecting palms. The boy counted it and fled.
. "I'll have to get rid of the slut myself," she said watching the boy run from her icy glare.
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A/N: Okay, Jen was originally going to die, but I just couldn't be that cruel as to kill her...........yet. this plot twister about Joey was suggested to me, so I thought that I'd try it out. I love Joey, it's just that she's never been evil. Well, now she is..hahaha. You guys like the twister? REVIEW!!!!!