Cece P.O.V.
I groaned as I began to wake up, feeling all the aches and pains throughout my body. 'UGH! even breathing was hurting, stupid throat. Stupid lungs. Stupid life.' I thought angrily, 'Why couldn't I have just died? It would've been less painful.' I don't have anyone, the one person I thought loved me left me. Still struggling I finally forced my eyes open a crack and saw I was in a hospital. "ur-eh-uh" I made some weird sounds from pain as I tried to force myself up so I could get out of here.
Suddenly I was being gently forced back down and I looked up to see someone I never thought I'd see again. "Jason?" I breathed taking in his appearance. He was wearing some bandages around his arms, hands, and one around his head.
He smiled after I said his name, which immediately warmed my heart. He seemed to be relieved I was awake.
Jason P.O.V.
"ur-eh-uh" I heard Cece make a weird sound and I looked up from floor to see she was struggling trying to get up and out of the bed. Swiftly I reached over from my chair, right next to her bed, and gently pushed her back down.
She looked surprised and looked up into my face. "Jason?" she asked softly and I grinned, relieved she was alive and remembered me.
"Oh Cece, I was so worried. Why didn't you tell me about your dad? That he was hurting you?" I ask softly, not wanting her to react violently or erupt at me. But surprisingly enough she stayed calm.
"Because Jason. I didn't want to force you to deal with all my baggage. You already had to deal with Ali being missing, I didn't want to add to it."
Author's note: Okay, that's all I've got on Firehouse for now, I'll see if I can think up anything to add later. Thanks for reading, please review as well to let me know what you think!
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