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Lopez slowly walked out to where Charlie was. "Charlie, you need to come with me." He said.
Charlie looked at him, "Kinda busy right now..."
"Then I have no choice..." Lopez said, yanking Charlie's arms behind his back, slapping cuffs on them. "Charlie Canton, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Miley Ryan, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can, and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one, one will be provided to you, at the expense of the state of California. Do you understand these rights as I've read them to you?"
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The detectives stood outside the window looking in to where Jake was. His head was in his hands, his elbows rested on the table, as he cried.
He felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, like his reason to live was gone. His other half was missing, and without, he wanted to die.
He felt like he couldn't breathe.
Like he didn't want to breathe.
"Mr. Ryan," Julie's voice was quiet, from the door, as her and Greg entered. "You're free to go. We've...Charlie Canton's been arrested for the crimes. We found solid evidence. You're free to go with our apologies."
"You're apologies my ass," a woman said, walking in to the room, in a skirt suit. It was Gina, Jake's lawyer.
"Ms. Gregory," Greg nodded. "Your services won't be needed."
"Oh yes they will!" She hissed. "You arrested my client and kept him away from his injured wife in the hospital without any evidence or things pointing to him for the crime!"
"It's fine," Jake said, tonelessly, wiping his eyes. "They were doing their job." His voice was soft. "I just...I need to go be with my family. I need to say g-goodbye to M-Miley." His voice broke.
Gina gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"M-M-Miley d-died." Jake choked out.
"Jake..I just got off the phone with your father in law...he'd just talked to the doctor. She's stabilized...she should be just fine." Gina said, her gaze turning to two very guilty looking detectives.
"W-what?" Jake said, standing up so fast his chair crashed tot he floor. "THEY TOLD ME SHE WAS DEAD!" He roared, pointing at Julie and Greg.
"We're sorry, Mr. Ryan we were trying to do our jo-"
"WELL YOU DID A SUCKY JOB OF IT! I WANT TO BE BROUGHT OT MY WIFE NOW, AND BE PREPARED TO HAVE YOUR ASSES SUED OFF YOU BASTARDS!" Jake shouted. "Please take me to her." He said to Gina. She nodded, and grabbed his wrist, quickly pulling him out and away from the detectives before he could do something stupid.
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Thirty minutes later (a long thirty minutes, which was filled with Jake saying many curses and threats) Jake rushed in to Miley's room in the LA General ER.
"Miley," He breathed, sinking on to the bed beside her. Her eyes fluttered open, and instantly were filled with tears. She opened her mouth to speak, but he silences her, "Don't," He said.
"But I'm sorry," She whispered
"I know," He said, cupping her face in his hands, and gently kissing her. "I know."
"Where were you..." She cried, "Why weren't you here before?"
"Mrs. Ryan, I need to give you the pain medication now," a nurse said, coming in.
Jake took that moment to survey Miley, and see what was wrong.
The nurse saw what he was doing, and filled him in. "She has quite a number of broken ribs, a broken wrist, broken legs, sprained neck, and numerous cuts and bruises. Many of the cuts had to be stitched up. She's got a concussion also."
Jake took note of the casts on her legs, the cast on her arm, the bandages covering stitches, healed cuts that weren't so bad they needed stitches, and the neck brace.
"Are you in a lot of pain?" Jake asked, "Have you given her medicine before this?"
"She wouldn't let me give it to her until you got here, because this will knock her out." The nurse said, holding up the syringe.
"Don't leave me," Miley whimpered. "Please."
Jake blinked back the tears rising to his eyes. He could have lost her. "Never." He promised, kissing her gently again. He nodded to the nurse, who slid the needle in to Miley's central IV line.
Jake held her hands, using his thumbs to rub soft circles on her skin,
"Wait," Miley croaked, as the nurse began to leave. "My baby..." But she didn't get to finish, as the drugs quickly kicked in, and pulled her in to a drug induced sleep, but also a world much simpler then the one shed now have to be in.
Poor Miley and Jake. What are your thoughts on this chapter, and on what do you think will happen next?
I'm thinking next chapter's going to be the last! But there will be a sequel!
Who else is psyched for He Could Be The One?
Review please!!!
-Jen