Hospital

The scream stung my throat, but it wasn't compared to the pain in my chest as I watched the crimson pool around Jonathan. I couldn't see his right hand at all, it was a mass of red and white. He was lying on his back, like he just decided the middle of the road was a great place for a nap. Moron. The yelling for help continued around me as I crawled over to him. I hesitated at the edge of his blood but decided it didn't matter. This blood was his, not theirs, they deserved what they got, Jonathan didn't. So on my hands and knees I moved to kneel by his head.

He was paler than usual. His white hair red where it touched the ground. Closer inspection showed that his shirt was torn apart in the front where more blood seeped from drenching his clothes completely. I sniffled back the tears so I could focus but I could feel the hysteria sinking in. Where the hell was the ambulance? How long has it been? Seconds? Minutes? It felt like hours ticking by with each shaky breath I released.

"J-Jon-Jona-than?" I stuttered through the fear. He didn't even blink an eye.

I moved my hand to his throat. Pressing my fingers to his pulse point checking for a heart beat. I nearly collapsed with a sob of happiness when I felt the faint flutter of his pulse. "Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, wake up you asshole. You dumbass. Moron. Idiot. Wake up. Fight with me. Yell at me. Tell me I'm just a little girl. Please." I cried pressing my forehead to his. "W-wake up, please. Jonathan."

Then I felt hands on me pulling me way from Jonathan. My heart froze in my chest. "JONATHAN." I yelled fighting against the hands but there were too many and they easily hauled me away from Jonathan as uniformed men surrounded. It took my brain a frantic and horribly long moment to realize they were the paramedics. Part of me was relieved while the other part of me didn't want them touching him and hurting him.

"Calm down miss." Came a deep voice. I turned to see a police officer holding me back. "Everything will be all right. Do you know that boy?" He asked in a gentle but firm tone.

"Of course I do." I spat turning back to look at Jonathan, but I couldn't see him. The paramedics' backs were blocking my view. Was he okay? Were they even helping? He does have a pulse!

"Miss, do you know who to contact for him?" The officer asked pulling me farther away from where Jonathan laid.

"Y-Yes." I said. I tried to clamp my hands together but they were coated with blood making them slip apart. Jonathan's blood. It covered my hands, the sleeves of my jacket, the legs of my pants, and my shoes.

Before I could process what was happening I was in a cop car being escorted to the hospital where Valentine was heading. I apparently had managed to give the officers his number and vaguely explain how I was involved in the crash. I didn't remember any of it, it was all a blur. All I could think about was Jonathan. Whether he was still alive or not? Would he be yelling at the medical staff when I arrived at the hospital? Would he be obedient to the attractive nurses? I could see his smug smile on his face as I would walk into his hospital room. Chuckling that I was freaking out for nothing and he was just faking to toy with me.

That's not what happened when I got to the hospital. Not even close. I was directed to the fourth floor ER, but he was in surgery. On my way up I was asked multiple times if I was okay. The amount of blood on my clothes startling people as I walked along. By the time I made it to where I was going I collapsed into the nearest chair. My legs a shaking mess of jello muscles and taffy bones. I rubbed my hands together watching the dried blood flake and fall to the floor.

I wanted a shower, but I wouldn't leave until I knew how Jonathan was. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Mira." Came Valentine's voice. I don't know how long I was sitting alone, but from the tightness in my back it was probably a while. I looked over at the older man, his expression was much like it was in my dream. No emotion but firm and serious.

The tears swelled inside me like Valentine was the bringer of death ready to finish me off with the words I didn't want to hear. The words I had been suppressing from my mind as I waited for Jonathan to get out of surgery.

"Are you alright?" He asked surprising me. His voice was even gentle. Was this really Valentine?

"Is he-" I began but he raised a hand cutting me off.

"Are you alright?" He emphasized. He stepped closer to me bringing the gap between us to a mere yard. Have I ever been this close to Valentine before? I don't think so.

I looked back down to my bloodstained self and replied, "None of it's mine." I knotted my fingers together. "There was a lot of it. On the pavement. At that time, and today. Humans hold a lot of blood." I spoke just to hear my own voice. To see if I really sounded as destroyed as I felt. I think I did. I probably did. Valentine looked at me like I was.

"My car is just outside. Let's go back to the loft and get you cleaned up." He suggested calmly.

I felt my eyes widen and my heart race. "No." It first came out as a whisper. "No!" I yelled. "I'm not leaving until-"

"Jonathan will be under for hours, Mirabelle." Valentine said firmly. "Think of yourself first. You can't do anything for him just sitting here like a mess. Come home and we'll come back."

I couldn't stop the hysterical giggle that left my mouth as I covered my face with my hands. "You sound just like a dad." I muttered from behind my hands.

"I am." Valentine replied.

"You are." I agreed dropping my hands into my lap. "But are you even worried? Or are you just playing the part like they tried to?" I questioned looking him right in the eye.

Valentine's expression finally changed. He no longer wore the emotionless mask that seemed to always be plastered on his face. His fair brows pulled together creasing his forehead, and his dark eyes seemed to burn with a fierce intensity that I was familiar with Jonathan. "Of course I am worried. Jonathan is my son. That woman took the other from me, Jonathan is the only one I have left. You have no idea what I'm going through right now." His voice was as dark as his eyes.

"That's good." I sighed shakily.

"Excuse me?" Valentine demanded.

"I would probably push you out a window if you didn't care." I said matter-of-factly.

Valentine was silent for a moment before he nodded and turned away from me."You would have every reason to." He agreed.

The water was warm and almost relaxing if I wasn't conscious of what I was washing off of myself. I watched the water run a dark pink, and slowly fade until it was almost clear before I stared scrubbing myself clean. Digging the red out from under my nails, using three times the usual amount of soap until I was sure I couldn't feel the thick liquid on my skin anymore. By the time I got out of the shower the sun had set. I dressed as quickly as I could, before rejoining Valentine back out in the living room. I had thrown out my jacket, it was old and covered with blood. There was no point in saving it. So instead I grabbed Jonathan's spare coat and pulled it tightly around me. As I stepped away from the coat rack I noticed my backpack leaning against the wall, Jonathan had tossed it into the loft before going after me.

My heart throbbed as I followed Valentine out the door. My eyes watering as all the nerves I had been suppressing came crashing over me. Valentine spared me a sympathetic look before calling the elevator. I sniffled back the tears as best I could but a sob still built up in my chest.

"He's too much of a pain in the ass to die in a jay-walking accident." Valentine said patting my damp hair. It was a strange yet kind gesture from him.

"Yeah." I said through a thick voice. Jonathan was a pain in the ass. A pain in the ass I loved. Annoying jerk. You better wake up.

Well that hurt me to right. Jonathan my baby, hurt and not being sarcastic for a whole chapter was torture!

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