Here it is, took forever. And if it's too short, I'm sorry. BTW, I don't own Max Ride. I'm kinda getting tired of saying that.
I looked down at Piper. Curious, I asked, "Why?"
"Jace, she basically saved my life, and she means a lot to you. I can see that." She looked up into my eyes, and I could see that she really meant it.
"Fine," I whispered, helping her out of bed. The doctor unhooked her from the machines she was on, and we followed him out, hand in hand.
Right before we went into Bree's room, as we stood outside the closed door, Piper leaned up and pressed her lips against mine quickly. "Ready?" I whispered, smiling down at her.
"Ready," she whispered, grabbing my hand as I opened the door.
We walk into the room, and there lied Bree, pale and almost lifeless, except for the slight up and down movement of her chest. The small smile Piper had put on my face was gone. Bree's face was bruised and scraped up, and one of her arms was wrapped in some sort of bandage. A blanket covered her legs, so I couldn't tell if there was any damage to them. My grip on Piper's hand tightened dramatically, and she stared at me. "Babe, I'm fine," I whispered, and she nodded. We closed the gap between us and Bree's bed, and her eyes opened a bit.
"J…Jace?" she asked in a raspy voice, and I nodded.
"How are you doing?" I asked, moving a bit closer to the bed.
"Oh, just great," she said, with her usual sarcasm. "Looks like your girl's doing better. That's…good." Bree looks up at us and I can see the hurt in her eyes. We stood there, speechless until Piper cleared her throat. I looked at her and she started to look…pale. Not as pale as Bree, granted, but still.
"Bree, I want to say thank you," Piper said quietly, and Bree looked at her, confused.
"What?" she finally murmured.
"Hey, you saved my life."
Bree stared at her for a while, and then got out, "Well, I couldn't let Jace's girl die, now could I? He'd be all over me." A small smile appeared on Bree's face, and soon Piper was smiling too.
Then, Piper squeaked, "Jace?" I looked over, and she was as pale as a ghost.
I grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear, "I got you." I walked her to the door, and then heard a choked sob come from behind us. So, as soon as we were to the doctor at the door, I asked him to take Piper back to her room and turned to face Bree again.
I dragged a chair over to her bedside, and whispered, "God Bree, this is my fault. I'm so sorry." I placed my hand on her cheek, and she winced. "Oh, I'm such an idiot! I'm sorry."
I started to pull my hand away, and she grasped it with her good one. "Jace, stop thinking it's your fault! Baby, I do love you, and I know you love that girl that just walked out. I'm okay with that. I'll find someone, or when you two break up, I'll still be waiting for you. Nothing right now is your fault unless your girl's crying in her bed right now, and you should go check on her." She nodded to the door, and I stared at her, speechless. "Go. I'll be fine, I swear."
I nodded, and then said, "Bree, I love you too. Just…in a different way than with Piper. And I think Piper needs me."
"Jace, you're totally right. Now go be that girl's Superman," she said with a smile.
"God, Bree, have you always been a sucker for love stories?" I said with a smile as I stood up.
"Yup, you of all people should know that. Now go get her!" she said, returning my smile.
I stood up and walked out, and I ran into a doctor at the door.
"She didn't tell you, did she?" he muttered, looking annoyed.
"Tell me what?" I asked quietly. I was worried, and he led me to another freaking office.
"Jace, Bree is …paralyzed."
"Paralyzed?" I choked out. "But she was moving her arms and head and everything!"
"From the waist down, she can't move. We don't know if its permanent, but it looks so."
"I did this to her," I murmur, and the doctor looks at me strangely.
"Do you want to go back to the other girl's room?"
"No, I want to go back to Bree's. I want to ask why she didn't tell me."
"Jace, she needs her rest. She was seriously injured."
"Fine, take me to Piper's room," I muttered, fed up with the doctor. He led me through a maze of hallways, and when I got to Piper's room he nodded at the door.
"Go in," he murmured, so I opened the door, and then slammed it in the guy's face.
"Jace!" Piper said, surprised. "What…? Oh. Someone told you, didn't they?"
"What do you mean?" I spat, and she shook her head.
"The doctor that led me back told me about Bree's…condition."
"So, you knew before I did?" I said, looking at her.
"Jace, come here," she whispered, and I noticed she still looked pale. I made my way over to the bed, and sat down on the edge. She wrapped her arms around me, and I sank back into them. She kissed the top of my head and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"I'm tearing everyone's lives apart, aren't I?" I muttered, tears running down my face.
"No, no, Jace, don't say that! You're the best thing that's happened to me." She tucked her head into my neck.
"Baby, I don't want to ruin everyone's lives. I basically took Bree's life, and you jumped off a bridge because of me!"
"Jace," she murmured, her head still tucked away.
"Yes?" I said, starting to stroke her hair.
"Don't be like that, please," she says sweetly, and I kiss her forehead.
"I'll try," I whisper. "Now just go to sleep, you need your rest." I laid her down in her bed, and she looked up at me.
"Good night, Jace," she murmured, her eyes already closing. I lay down on the small couch and listened to her slow breathing, letting tears fall silently down my cheeks.
Too soon I heard Piper's voice in my ear again. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" she said, and I sat up.
"Hey," I muttered, still half asleep.
"They said I can leave the hospital…" she said, trailing off.
"That's great!"
"Yea, one problem: where are we going to go?"
Cliffhanger, I guess...(: review?