Ch. 33 Somewhere Out There
Jason groaned as he began to come around. He could feel the ache in every part of his body as well as the wetness in his still soaked clothes.
'Good' he thought. 'Feeling something is good.'
He got confused, however, when he felt the drops of moisture falling on him. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking up at the dark sky as while the rain fell directly on top of him. He groaned slightly once more, rolling over and pushing himself up with his hands. Sitting up on his knees, he looked around. He was on the ground at what looked to be midway down the hill.
"Courtney!" he called, hoping she was nearby.
He seemed to be in decent condition for being thrown from the car, but he knew he couldn't rely on the same type of miracle to happen to her. His eyes searched frantically for the blonde, as he called her name again. Jason wandered further down the hill, all the while looking for the woman he loved. When he was closer towards the bottom, he could see it.
"I'm going to make you pay."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. What you think I said-"
"What I know you said. You admitted it. Even if you had a chance with Jason before, which you didn't, you're going to wish you'd never came back when he hears about this."
Robin crossed her arms defensively. This woman before her was definitely more trouble than she needed. Now, because she had been stupid, Carly knew about her hand in the whole event. Not only did she know, she planned on telling Jason. When she did, Robin was as good as dead. She hadn't believed for a second that Jason would ever actually harm her, let alone kill her, but she wasn't so sure about that anymore. She saw the way he acted around her, the way he spoke to or about her. It was different. Everything about him was different now, she changed him. Now, she feared that when Carly told him, he would want vengeance and nothing would stand in his way.
"He won't believe you." she said. "Everyone knows you hate me, they won't believe you."
"You're damn right everyone knows how I feel about you. But they also know I wouldn't lie about something like this. Face it, your done." she replied.
Carly turned to leave the room, planning to get a hold of Jason, but she stopped suddenly and turned back around. With quick steps, she returned to the brunette, reeled back and hit her as hard as she could, sending her to the floor. Smirking at her handy work, Carly left the room. Downstairs she got out her phone and dialed. This would most definitely be considered an emergency.
"Come on Jase, pick up."
"Oh God." Jason barely heard himself say once the car came to view at the foot of the hill.
He slid down the rest of the way to where the SUV sat against the thick trunk of a tree. He gaped at the visible damage. It barely resembled a car anymore. He looked at it for a moment, thanking God that it was the now vacant driver's side that stood crushed against the wood.
"Courtney!" he shouted, looking through the area that once held the passenger side window. She was still inside the car, not moving. In the dark he could see the blood covering a good part of her beautiful features. "Courtney, I'm here."
"Jason?" she groaned, slowly coming to at the sound of his voice.
"Thank God. Yes, I'm here." he said to comfort her. "I'll get you out."
"I'm sorry." she said, looking apologetically at him. "If I hadn't run off, this wouldn't have happened."
"Don't worry about that, ok? I'm going to get you out of here." he stepped back to examine the situation. "Ok, I'm going to try to open the door, alright?"
She nodded to him and reached out and pulled on the door, if it could still be called one. It didn't budge. He could see the metal was bent every which way possible, Understandable, he remembered the car rolling several times before everything went black. That must've been when he was thrown out. He pushed the aching in his body to the back of his mind as he used all of his strength to pull on the door once more. For all his best efforts, still the door never moved.
"It's stuck." he said, feeling defeated, failing when he was most needed.
He wanted to get her out as soon as possible, but even if he could, he didn't know if it was a good idea for him to do so. He didn't know how badly she was hurt, and him moving her might only make it worse. He needed a professional; they needed help. Jason heard the ring inside his jacket. Amazed that the phone managed to stay with him, he answered hoping it was someone who could help.
"Hello." he answered, struggling to hear over the static.
"Jason!" Carly shouted in relief. "Don't hang up, this is an emergency-"
"Carly! I found Courtney. But-"
"You did? That's great. I have to tell you-"
"Car-Carly! Listen to me. There was an accident. The car went off the road. I need you to..." he began to explain.
Carly pressed the phone to her ear, trying to make out his words. The static interfered bad enough she was barely able to tell he had started talking. It didn't matter because he needed to know.
"Jason? Jason I can't hear you." she spoke. "Jason, it was Robin. She was behind what happened to Courtney. She's crazy, Jason."
"Jas...ar...t...n...ra..." The various pieces were all that he could hear from her side.
"Carly? Car-" he stopped, hearing the beep signaling the call had been lost. "Damn it!"
"Did you hear me? Jas-Damn. He probably couldn't hear a word I said." she thought out loud.
"Of all the luck" the voice said behind her.
"Jason." he heard and approached the window again, realizing he had stepped away to try and keep the signal.
"I'm here." he reached his hand through the opening and placed it to her cheek. She let it rest there for a moment before placing her own hand over his.
"You're hurt." she said, noticing the open wounds on both his hand and face.
"I'm fine." he assured. Maybe he wasn't completely fine, but he did have a higher endurance for pain then most people. Even if he didn't he wouldn't let her worry about him at a time like this one. "How do you feel?"
"Probably as bad as I look." she answered, letting out a simple laugh only because she didn't know what else to do. Here she was: at night, in the rain, stuck in a totaled car. She really had no idea what to do. "Which I'm guessing is pretty bad."
"It's doesn't look that bad." he said, not wanting her to get worried or scared.
"Liar. I look like hell."
"No, you're beautiful." he said honestly. He was glad to see her smile briefly at his compliment. Jason watched her features once again become serious.
"Don't leave me." she pleaded, unable to keep her voice from shaking. She felt him squeeze her hand in assurance.
"I'm not going anywhere." he replied, feeling his heart break at her request. "You'll be alright. I'm going to call for help."
He pulled out the phone once more and dialed 911. When he pressed the button to connect it, another beep sounded and the words "No Signal" flashed across the screen.
"No signal." he repeated. "There's too much interference. I'd have to go up towards the road." he informed regretfully. He didn't want to leave her, and he knew she didn't want to be alone.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, there's no reception down here, and you need to get to a hospital."
"No." she answered quickly. "N-No hospital."
"Courtney, I don't want to argue with you but you need a doctor." he said.
"I'll be fine. I just need to get out of this thing." as she spoke she did her best to maneuver out of the seat, but found it impossible. The entire form of the car had been beaten and pounded in so many places, she was amazed that her seat was still as together as it was.
"You're stuck, and we don't know how bad you're hurt." he reasoned with her.
"I know, just...just go ahead."
"I don't want to leave you."
"I'll be fine, don't worry." she replied. "The sooner you get it done, the sooner we can go home."
"Ok, but I need you to do something. I need you to stay awake. Who knows how much blood you've lost already. So, just try to keep your eyes open. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, just be fast."
Jason leaned in through the open space and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. He knew it might be a bad idea, or it might have some sort of affect on her mission to remember, but at the moment he would risk it. He just couldn't turn away from her in the situation and not let her know how he felt. As quickly as he could he climbed up the slippery grass of the hill to get to the road. He slipped a time or two, and he was sure that his body needed a break after what he'd been through, but he wasn't going to stop. He couldn't do anything last time she needed his help and he wouldn't let her down a second time.