Lukas' Point Of View (Thought I might do this for one chapter.)
Her stomach had a bloody line on it where the man stabbed her. It wasn't supposed to open back up. Did she pull the wrong muscle? What did she do? She was smiling so she must not have noticed. Axel and Olivia were in the room with her. I asked Olivia not to let her leave. I didn't want her to get hurt by the man, again. My mouth was set in a frown and I knew she could tell. Her hand had a cut on it that wasn't there before. I remembered the last thing Aiden had said to me.
"I am not hurting anybody, but look at what is happening with your horrid girlfriend and a man with a hood."
In my head, the words were still as cold as ice. But now, with Jesse's stomach, I really don't care. I couldn't have Jesse panicking right now.
"Jesse," I took a cautious step forward.
"That's my name," she replied sarcastically. I would laugh if now was the time.
"Do you trust me-" Jesse interupted.
"Of course I do," her voice was truthful.
"I need you to close your eyes and not open them, okay?"
She shut her eyes. When I touched her, she winced as if I was hurting her. I didn't want to see her like this. Her stunning face plastered on a tattered and broken body. I picked her up. At this point, she is not moving from her bed. She will stay there and rest. I carried her to the hospital, leaving Aiden behind. I kept whispering things like "We are almost there" and "Just a little bit more."
Her body felt as light as a feather. They say people look more beautiful in their sleep, but Jesse looked gorgeous anywhere.
Her eyes fluttered, anticipating the moment she could open them. We moved slowly. I wish we could go faster but I didn't want to hurt her even more then I already had. Occansionly, Jesse would scoot around uncomfortably, but she always wore a smile. I don't know how much longer she could hold up.
"Lukas," her voice was trembling, "Where are we going?"
"Shh. Save your energy," I replied. It may be the difference between life and death.
Her arms tightened around my neck and I stopped. No, no, no. I picked up the pace again. Her stomach rose up and down while shaking. I saw the front doors of the hospital.
"Lukas," she coughed.
Her face was pale. Her lips were red. She had stopped smiling.
"Only a little further," I said in exhaustion.
We were at the doors.
"Lukas!" She screamed, startling me. I put her down and she opened her eyes. More blood rushed out onto her shirt. I know she could feel it. Her breaths were uneven, and each time she breathed her stomach shook.
She looked at me, a smile covering the pain. It hurt me so much. My head was pounding.
"If I have," she choked,"One last," the choking got worse,"Breath, I want to," she could hardly breathe,"Spend it on you," Jesse finished.
She kissed me and held me tight. I reluctantly held her, worry increasing by the second.
Life was being taken from her body.
I knew I shouldn't, but Jesse wouldn't let go.
Her posture was failing.
Her eyes slumped closed.
Her steps uneven.
She fell.
I pushed open the doors.
I screamed for help.
A nurse came and we carried the body into another room.
She hooked up everything and the heart beat readings came.
A line formed, staying completely still.
I couldn't give up.
No movement or sound could be heard.
I knelt down beside her bed, as I'd done the day I came to her room.
The line was motionless.
I placed a soft kiss on her hand.
I closed my eyes.
I don't want to give up.
There and small line started up.
Rising higher and steadier, lines came up and down.
She lived.
Then why aren't her eyes opening?
Her stomach had a bloody line on it where the man stabbed her. It wasn't supposed to open back up. Did she pull the wrong muscle? What did she do? She was smiling so she must not have noticed. Axel and Olivia were in the room with her. I asked Olivia not to let her leave. I didn't want her to get hurt by the man, again. My mouth was set in a frown and I knew she could tell. Her hand had a cut on it that wasn't there before. I remembered the last thing Aiden had said to me.
"I am not hurting anybody, but look at what is happening with your horrid girlfriend and a man with a hood."
In my head, the words were still as cold as ice. But now, with Jesse's stomach, I really don't care. I couldn't have Jesse panicking right now.
"Jesse," I took a cautious step forward.
"That's my name," she replied sarcastically. I would laugh if now was the time.
"Do you trust me-" Jesse interupted.
"Of course I do," her voice was truthful.
"I need you to close your eyes and not open them, okay?"
She shut her eyes. When I touched her, she winced as if I was hurting her. I didn't want to see her like this. Her stunning face plastered on a tattered and broken body. I picked her up. At this point, she is not moving from her bed. She will stay there and rest. I carried her to the hospital, leaving Aiden behind. I kept whispering things like "We are almost there" and "Just a little bit more."
Her body felt as light as a feather. They say people look more beautiful in their sleep, but Jesse looked gorgeous anywhere.
Her eyes fluttered, anticipating the moment she could open them. We moved slowly. I wish we could go faster but I didn't want to hurt her even more then I already had. Occansionly, Jesse would scoot around uncomfortably, but she always wore a smile. I don't know how much longer she could hold up.
"Lukas," her voice was trembling, "Where are we going?"
"Shh. Save your energy," I replied. It may be the difference between life and death.
Her arms tightened around my neck and I stopped. No, no, no. I picked up the pace again. Her stomach rose up and down while shaking. I saw the front doors of the hospital.
"Lukas," she coughed.
Her face was pale. Her lips were red. She had stopped smiling.
"Only a little further," I said in exhaustion.
We were at the doors.
"Lukas!" She screamed, startling me. I put her down and she opened her eyes. More blood rushed out onto her shirt. I know she could feel it. Her breaths were uneven, and each time she breathed her stomach shook.
She looked at me, a smile covering the pain. It hurt me so much. My head was pounding.
"If I have," she choked,"One last," the choking got worse,"Breath, I want to," she could hardly breathe,"Spend it on you," Jesse finished.
She kissed me and held me tight. I reluctantly held her, worry increasing by the second.
Life was being taken from her body.
I knew I shouldn't, but Jesse wouldn't let go.
Her posture was failing.
Her eyes slumped closed.
Her steps uneven.
She fell.
I pushed open the doors.
I screamed for help.
A nurse came and we carried the body into another room.
She hooked up everything and the heart beat readings came.
A line formed, staying completely still.
I couldn't give up.
No movement or sound could be heard.
I knelt down beside her bed, as I'd done the day I came to her room.
The line was motionless.
I placed a soft kiss on her hand.
I closed my eyes.
I don't want to give up.
There and small line started up.
Rising higher and steadier, lines came up and down.
She lived.
Then why aren't her eyes opening?