Ch 9 Assault and Aid

Update 6/19/05

Presenting, Ch 9. Enjoy...

Suze's POV

Great, why did the Pawn lady have to ruin the mood? I thought Jesse was going to kiss me but no!

She pulled me out of Jesse's embrace and shook me angrily. I glanced at Jesse and he leaped up onto his feet. I heard Jesse say something like, "Let her go!" but the lady was louder.

"What did you do to Pawn? What did you do to Pawn?" the lady screamed. Her prissy face was contorted with rage and I felt that sappy mood leave me entirely.

"Wait-what? Who's Pawn? I've been with him all this time." I pointed to Jesse. I shook out of her grasp.

Yeesh, I totally forgot about her, and when I least expected her she pops up.

I tried to talk to Jesse, but Jesse just looked upset. We had a lot going on. Firstly, what did he want to tell me?

He said, 'I love yo-'. Did he mean what I think (what I wanted to hear him say is more like it) he said?

And why the heck were we arguing anyway? Yeah, I was jealous of Crissi and I wanted Jesse to apologize, anything else? Oh yeah, I wanted to admit my undying love for Jesse.

"Susannah, do you need help? I know you don't like it when I help you mediate unless she speaks Spanish, but-"

"I can handle this." My leg stopped itching from the poison oak but I still had the paste on my leg. I felt it slide down and then my capris fell down onto it. Jesse touched my leg though-but all that effort was now wasted on the ground.

The next thing I knew, I was hit on the back of my head (by the base of my neck) by a rifle. That's right, the Pawn dudette's gun. I felt my knees buckle and I landed in a heap next to Jesse. Then I turned over on my back. Then I felt myself get kicked in the stomach, below my bellybutton; HARD. So hard I gasped and couldn't breathe for a second.

"Susannah!" I heard Jesse cry. I rolled my head sideways and saw the moon. Then I saw Jesse's shadow. It bent down and lifted my head. I tried to get up, but she just knocked the wind out of me.

"Jesse..." I started to say but then I felt woozy. My vision blurred slightly and all I saw were Jesse's eyes. They were wide with shock. Gosh, I'm getting weak. I felt the back of my neck and put some pressure there-ouch!

Behind Jesse was the lady... I tried to tell Jesse but…I couldn't. I saw a shiny, long, sharp thing in her hand... Jesse apparently didn't notice because then I felt the blade ... (I just realized it was a dagger) go into my chest; she threw it at me as if I were a target/dart board, her having the advantage since she was standing and I was on the ground, on my back. I felt warm liquid spew all over Jesse's hands and me. In the light it looked like water, but I knew better.

"SUSANNAH!" I felt drained, tired, and cold, and deathly...I couldn't succumb to darkness...I could...not...

blackness. My 20-20 vision eyes couldn't see.

"Susannah, get up, please. Susannah..."

I saw a star in the sky. It was bright...oooh. I felt a pain in my neck and stomach region.

'Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.'

"Susannah, open your eyes." It was a gentle voice. I felt someone twist my abdominal muscles and it hurt. I felt myself flop onto my back.

'I wish that...Jesse and I could spend a time alive together.'

I felt someone slap my cheek lightly. "Susannah, please. Open your eyes." I opened my eyes. I was sprawled on my back at an odd angle. Interesting. This has never happened before. How did I get here again? O yeah. The Pawn lady.

I opened my eyes and the first thing I noticed was that the Pawn lady was gone.

The second thing I noticed was that the moon was leaving the sky.

The third thing I noticed was that Jesse was examining my stomach were I got kicked.

Yeah, he was examining my stomach area. My shirt was pulled up just a little and Jesse turned around and was rummaging for something.

Obviously it was bruised badly because when I tried to sit up I felt pain shoot up my back and I fell flat back down. It felt like my pulse was down there because it was throbbing so much.

"Shhh...lay down." Jesse said soothingly. What did it look like I was doing? I groaned and looked up at Jesse; he was applying some weird flower on my tummy, it tickled but I didn't feel the pain, lucky me.

"Jesse, what happened? How long have I been knocked out?" I asked. Jesse avoided my eyes.

"After you got kicked and got stabbed, she left laughing saying she'll come back, and you've been knocked out for a while. Who is she?"

I breathed, "How long?" and tried to ignore the other question.

"An hour, but I couldn't take out the knife unless you were awake or else you could have died in your sleep. It might hurt."

What knife? Then I felt it- in my just below my collarbone and above my right breast. It wasn't very deep but it hurt like hell. Haha...

He was going to take it out? I saw warm, (the rarest type of blood ;) AB, negative type blood ooze out on the side of the knife and I had a puddle going on.

It was so painful that I started laughing.

"No Jesse, don't, please..." I giggled. "Don't take it out. It'll hurt..." was I whacked out or what?

Jesse looked very serious and sad. Then he said something that stopped my giggling, as if he were recalling a horrific nightmare.

"You were so cold and so pale...you were bleeding so much...and in so much pain and unconscious...I thought you had, died and left me. I-" he shook his head. At that moment, I really wanted to tell him my deepest feelings for him, but as he said, I was in critical condition. I needed a doctor, but what would I tell them?

'Oh doc, let's see...I ran away from a hot ghost, and landed in a field, I got poison oak, then I got hit by a Winchester gun, then I got kicked and stabbed by a really cool dagger. Does that seem right?' Ahahaha...no.

Jesse was my only hope to get it out. Luckily, she missed my lungs and heart so no biggie. If he didn't get it out now what would I tell mom? I'd come home with a knife sticking out of me. How I thought of all this when I was half-conscious I will never know.

"Jesse, take it out. If I die, I-" I couldn't say it, I tried again and Jesse looked at me oddly, I probably sounded like a lunatic, "I-" still didn't work, I tried one last time and my breath rattled, seriously. "I- l..." There was a strange, wet rattling noise in my chest. My lips felt cold and I needed help, like, now. I knew they were blue so if I didn't do anything I was going to meet my maker. Jesse gave me the most worried look and kissed my forehead.

"You're strong, you'll make it." He stopped talking and took a deep breath, "And I..." he shook his head. "I'll tell you later. Just promise to make it through, promise me, querida? I'm doing this for you." He smiled weakly. I nodded and then Jesse laid my head against his chest.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice shook slightly. I nodded again.

"It hurts...I just want you to know." He mumbled. "I haven't taken out a knife in anyone for a while...just that, when I tend the wound-where is it?" he asked concernedly.

I touched my chest and I saw Jesse blanched. Poor guy, him being so proper and all; must be embarrassing to have to see my stomach AND chest. He just nodded. I was glad that I was wearing my bra.

"On the count of three..." I said slowly. He nodded. We were all so speechless all we were doing was nodding, I swear, we were like those bobblehead things. He placed his fingers on the handle. His ghostly aura glowed brightly.

"One..." I opened my eyes wider and focused on his scar.

"Two..." I made myself comfortable against Jesse's nice abs and breathed slowly. I'll hate that lady for life.

Can't wait to hurt her and kick her bony butt from here back to Tampa or wherever she came from-

"THREE!"

I braced myself and I felt Jesse pull it out; it was like some weird suction; I felt like a body part was pulled out of my torso and all this blood gushed out of my chest. I was way lightheaded...but I watched Jesse, fearing it would be the last time I saw him.

The blade was all red and Jesse threw it aside. He quickly and gracefully unbuttoned my blouse (that blouse was beyond repair; I couldn't ever wear it again. It had a hole the size of Oregon in it and it was stained) and pressed his hand on my cut to stop the blood a little. With his other hand, he ripped the WHOLE bottom portion of his shirt and placed it on top as if it were gauze.

It was quickly soaked in blood and he ended up having to rip a second piece of his shirt and he tied it around my collarbone area and ended it at my neck. He tied a knot and tightened it.

I felt so weak I could barely get up.

"Susannah, are you alright?" Jesse asked me quietly. I glanced at his hands and gasped; they were covered in my blood.

I nodded weakly.

"You're going to have to see a doctor to seal off the wound. Otherwise, you're fine."

Jesse's front was stained too, so was his chest where his shirt opened. He wiped his hands on what was left of his shirt and pulled me to my feet.

"Let's go home." Where have I heard that before? Oh yes, when I went to visit Heather.

I finally got to my feet and Jesse half took me, half carried me home. When we went up that hill he carried me.

We finally got to my house and I banged on the door. Brad opened it and gasped.

"Ohmygawd Suze, what happened?" he opened the door wide open and I collapsed on the sofa, as well as on Jesse.

"Dude, what happened to her?" he asked Jesse. Jesse shook his head and said he'd explain later. I just needed to see a doctor fast. Brad eyed me and Jesse, (you know, me wearing my blouse open and Jesse's shirt ripped and open, not a good example) Then lifted me up and carried me to the car.

"We are going to seeing the freaking doctors now." Only he said the other freaking.

Jesse went with us and I lied down in the Land Rover while Brad drove.

"Where's everyone?" I asked meekly. Brad swore as a Mercedes swerved in front of us. After all, it was three in the morning...

"They all went to Los Angeles with Crissi and Aunt, they'll be back by Friday so we can party, and you'll be up to it in no time."

"What's today?" I lost track of the week.

"It's Tuesday." He muttered, "I hope Mom and Dad don't come back soon...do you have an excuse?"

I nodded. I had it all planned out. I heard the steady drip of blood falling from me...I felt very weak...

'I hope I make it...' I thought.

Jesse was looking at me but his face was getting blurry...

I must have been doing something wrong because I heard Jesse yell for Brad and Brad say,

"GET OUT OF MY FREAKIN' WAY, BASTRDS! Move it!" only he said the other freakin'.

I felt Jesse feel my pulse. "It's getting faint!" he yelled. I felt the car lurch and Brad speed.

More cussing, we were picking up speed. Why didn't I take the ambulance? My head felt lightheaded and I was weak, I couldn't see much because I was looking through a haze of red. I blacked out. The last thing I heard Jesse and Brad say was,

"We're here! Get her out, get her out!" and I felt myself being lifted up.

Okay, I was gone, into the hospital. Thank God.