Title- Just Can't Believe It
Chapter Title- Jessica
Summary- With the final events in "Dealing with It" here is Nate's and Jessica's point of views. You need to read "Dealing With it" This is estimated at four chapters and it's only Jessica and Nate.
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders
Reviewers- These are for the last chapter of the last story…
Tikagem- I shall keep writing and thanks for having me on author alert!
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Note- Thanks for the reviewers for the last story. I don't care if you hate me now. But, here is Jessica's (her mom's) point of view. I didn't do the others because I didn't want to get OCC but you can't really get OCC with OC's. Or can you?
It was dark that night.
I stayed up worrying about you.
The power had gone out due to a thunderstorm.
Were you okay?
I was sitting on the couch, worrying about my daughter, Ronnie. She was in the hospital, severely injured from a car accident. It was a hit and run accident, Ronnie was almost killed. Nate was asleep next to me. He couldn't get to sleep since the night she ran away. The night Ronnie's ex-boyfriend committed suicide. Ronnie had been convinced it was her fault. Every time there was a death dealing with family or somebody else close to her, she blamed herself.
I heard a knock on the door. It was a soft knock. That confused me, nobody knocks on our door. Soda keeps ours open in case somebody needs a place to crash. Cautiously, I opened it. Standing outside was Ronnie's nurse. I started to get this bad feeling. Why would her nurse be here?
"Mrs. Curtis, Ronnie's been having constant nightmares, I think she needs you," she told me. I nodded and scribbled a note to Soda and Nate. I followed the nurse into her car and she drove to the hospital, fast.
I ran to Ronnie's room. I needed to be with my baby. I sat on the chair next to her bed and grabbed her hand. I couldn't hear the monitor, and then I remembered the power was out. Ronnie seemed to be having another nightmare. I held her hand and pushed her hair out of her face.
"Ronnie, Ronnie baby," I called frantically. "It's mom, Ronnie, please wake up. Ronnie, please, c'mon, Ronnie." She was struggling with something but I couldn't tell. Her hand was flailing everywhere and she was getting tangled in the sheets. Finally she gasped and it was perfectly still. She looked relaxed, peaceful. Her hand was limp in mine. I didn't think she was breathing. I shook her a bit. "Ronnie, please baby, don't die," I pleaded. I called for the nurse, the doctor, somebody.
They tried everything they could.
"Call it," the doctor said to the nurse.
You couldn't die, I need you.
"Try harder," she begged. He shook his head.
I wanted to scream at them, you're still alive.
"I can't, call it," he commanded her. She began to cry. She looked at her wrist.
Don't, there must be some way! You're not dead.
"Eleven thirty-nine, p.m." she said.
NO!
I put my hand to my mouth and started to cry. I had difficulty breathing and I couldn't control myself. The nurse led me away, to the waiting room. There was a candle on the table. She wrapped a blanket around me. I pulled it tighter, I tried to be quiet. This was the second child I was losing.
I am aware that the chapters are short. They are barely making six hundred words. Normally, I try for a thousand words. This was really hard to make to a thousand, so I didn't. I have more tissues for you people! Here ya go! -Hands industrial sized tissue boxes out-Catch ya later...