Cals POV
As soon as we arrived at the hospital we were assigned a room for rose, one of the upper class rooms, of course, one with a big bathroom and poofy sheets.
She was put in the bed, and tested on just to make sure nothing serious had happened.
"Caledon Hockley?" A male nurse stepped out of the door and looked at me.
"Cal, and yes," I stood up from the chair I had been sitting in.
"You're Rose DeWitt Bukater's fiancé?" he asked.
"Yes, is she okay?" I asked.
"She is unconscious, and will be for a while, she is in a coma, Mr. Hockley, and her right leg is broken," the male told me.
"Okay, I will pay for all medical bills and treatment, make sure it is the best treatment you can get. I want a nurse just for Rose, and I want her in the room at all times, just in case she wakes up. I will be in here every second day of the week," I threw at him.
"I understand, you will have to talk to the desk lady for all the details and payments, for now would you like to see her?" the male seemed to be on top of things.
"I will, and then I will go see her mother," I told him.
We walked into Roses room together, I stared at her pale skin as she laid in the bed, her red lips just so delicate and ready to kiss, I walked over and kissed them. She looked dead, and boring.
"Bye Rose," I said and turned, I looked at the man and nodded, he understood I wanted Rose to be safe. I walked out.
Jacks POV – 2 hours and a toilet trip later… :)
I reached the hospital with some red roses I bought on the way here, I walked over to the counter.
"Excuse me," I said, the pretty girl, about 23 years old, looked up, she had blond hair and rosy pink lips.
"Yes, sir?" she asked.
"Wow," I whispered.
"Sir?" she asked.
"Sorry, you're just so beautiful," I told her, her face flushed with pink, I smiled.
"Thank you, sir," she looked up with her blue eyes.
"I…" I almost forgot why I was here, 'what is wrong with you?' I thought.
"I'm here to see a women named Rose Bukater, can you tell me what room she's in?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, she came in a few hours ago, let me just check the records," she looked at the paperwork in front of her, "she is in room 604, it's on floor 5," she smiled.
"Thank you" I smiled back and waddled off to the stairs. I started walking up them.
I reached floor 5 and opened the door, inside was very quiet, and very fancy.
I walked to yet another desk.
"Hi, I am here to visit Rose Bukater," I told the man.
"Rose is only allowed family as visitors," he gave me a look.
"I am her brother, fellow New Yorker and only heard she was in hospital a few moments ago, I haven't seen her in years, and I really want to see her," I pressured.
"Oh, okay. Go right in, 604," he told me.
I walked into the room, she was in the bed unconscious and looked pale as ever, almost white. I put the roses in the vase that is meant to have Hockley's flowers in them.
I sat on the bed, and stroked her cheek. She was breathing lightly and her lips were cold and still. They looked so dead and looked like they needed attention. I leaned down and kissed them. Her eyes fluttered open.
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