A.N.: Short, I know. Maybe this will be the last, maybe not. I don't know. And I just want to thank everyone for all the awesome comments. I'm back.
Hospital Beds and What Sarah Said
Disclaimer: I don't anything except the plot.
I woke up the next morning around eight. Jesse was not beside me, nor was any trace of him ever being there. I was worried, very worried. That's when the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Are you Mr. De Silva's girlfriend?"
"Um, yeah."
"I'm sorry I have to tell you this way. But last night, Mr. De Silva O.D. on cocaine."
"Where is he!" I shouted, oh God, oh God, this isn't happening, I can't lose him.
"He's in the hospital, Miss Simon-" I hung up at that second. I couldn't go to work, not when Jesse's I the hospital. I threw on my jacket and ran out the door.
"He's in Room 225." I nodded my head and stuck my visitor's pass to the front of my shirt. I went up to the second floor and turned the corner. Tom was standing against the wall, talking into his cell phone.
"How could you let this happen!" I screamed. Tom's mouth stood gaped. "You're supposed to be his friend, you're not suppose to let him take drugs!" My clenched fisted rammed into his right cheek. Bastard.
I opened the door slowly and walked in. Jesse was lying on a gurney, he was as pale as the room. That's when the tears came. "Jesse?" His closed eyes opened and a sad smile appeared on his face.
"Querida," he said weakly. I smiled sadly and went to his bed side. My smile quickly turned into a frown then more tears came.
"Jesse, why?"
"Because I don't deserve you."