"Get that needle away from me, or I'll stick the bastard thing in your eye." Jason snarled.
The nurse shrank back, unsure on what actions to take. He had a feeling that this boy wouldn't hesitate in following out his threat. Ever since he'd been stablised, he'd been aggresive to the members of staff, especially when they administered the numerous stitches he had needed. The consultant had mused over calling Westin Hills, not believing the stories of the accident that the two teenagers had come up with. The details were hazy and it brought doubt. Pressing the small red button to call for assistance, the nurse waited for help, staying as far from the boy as possible.
Jason glared from the hospital bed, gritting his teeth. They'd want to keep him in over night, he just knew it. He wasn't staying here a moment longer than he had to. He'd had a blood tranfusion, because of the blood loss, which in his opinion was pointless, considering his cells would replenish what was lost once he was stitched up, but they'd been adiment, threatening to sedate him if he refused to co-operate. So he had, however, the lying bastards were now still trying to sedate him. He wasn't having it. He wasn't afraid of sleep or Krueger, on the other hand, he knew that in his current condition, there was no chance of him escaping Kruegers clutches for a second time in the one night.
Two doctors entered the room, followed by another nurse, the first doctor picked up the clip board which held the notes on Jason's medical condition and scanned them quickly.
"What's the problem here?" The second doctor asked.
"He refuses to be sedated." The distraught nurse replied. The doctor raised an eyebrow and approached Jason.
"Mr Mullen, if you are sedated, your chances of recovery are greater, considering you refuse to sleep on your own accord, we have no choice."
Jason glowered at the doctor. " You're not putting me under."
"You need sleep."
"And you, need to fuck off and quit harrasing me, I told you, I'm not being sedated." Jason snapped, getting out of the hospital bed. "Now move, I'm not staying here."
" we have to keep you in for observation." The doctor said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Nah, I'm discharging myself, now get your fucking hand off of me. " Jason brushed the doctors hand off when he failed to comply with the request.
The doctor sighed and signalled to the others, who moved in and grabbed Jason, he began sturggling and trying to break their grip.
"He's tearing his stitches." The first doctor cried, noticing the blood seeping through the bandages.
With difficulty, the four medical workers finally got Jason back onto the hospital bed, where they used straps for restraints.
"FUCK YOU, YOUSE FUCKING CUNTS. GET THESE OFF OF ME." Jason yelled, pulling against the restraints, ignoring the increasing pain in his side and chest.
Sean, hearing the commotion from down the hallway, burst into the room.
"What the hells going on?" He asked, looking around the room.
"He refuses to co-operate. We had no choice." One of the doctors stated.
The nurse prepared a needle.
"This will help the pain and put you right to sleep."
Jason hawked and spat in the nurses face as he approached.
Sean flinched in disgust as the saliva dripped down the nurses face. "I told you, he's allergic. You can't sedate him."
"If he makes this much commotion we have no choice but to. We'll use the gas however." The doctor muttered to himself more so. The medical staff left, leaving Sean in the room with Jason.
"Man, I can't stay here, I'll end up like shredded beef." Jason said, slightly more calm than before. Sean stood for a moment.
"Jase, can you walk?"
"Well, yeah but-" His sentence was cut short as Sean undid the restraints and threw Jason the clothes he had been brought into hospital in.
"Hurry up, put those on. We're getting out of here." Sean commanded, turning his back to give Jason more privacy.
Jason pulled on his jeans and hoody, grunting as pain ripped through his side. He left the t-shirt, seeing no point in using it as it was ripped beyond repair. He muttered curses under his breath, as he put on his trainers, gritting his teeth.
"Ready." he said, standing up, a little shakily at first.
Sean nodded and opened the door, checking around the corridors for any sign of doctors.
"We're in the clear, c'mon."
The two boys walked briskly down the corridor, Jasons hood pulled low over his head. They were able to leave the building with surprising ease.
"..I didn't expect it to be that simple." Sean admitted, as the walked down the street.
Jason grunted in reply.
"Eh, Sean, I've just realised something."
"What's that?"
"No car."
Sean opened his mouth to reply, before closing it again and stamping his foot. "Shit. Do you have any money for a bus or a cab?"
Jason shook his head. Sean kicked the kerb in frustration.
"Then how the fuck do we get out of here?"
Jason stood in silence, thinking over their situation, before coming to a conclusion.
"We bus hop."
Sean shook his head.
"The buses only have one door to put a stop to that shit."
Jason growled. "Call someone."
"Like who?" Sean asked.
"Chey. Hannah. Santa fucking Clause. I don't care."
Sean nodded and pulled his phone out his pocket, dialing Chey's number. After a quick brief on their situation, he told her to meet them, get them out of their prediciment somehow. She agreed and hung up the phone. Sean pocketed his phone once more.
"Chey's going to help us." He told Jason, who was leaning against a wall.
"Sound, but now we have to get out of sight."
"...Why?" Sean asked, puzzled.
Jason gave him a hard stare.
"Oh! Right, yeah. Good idea."
The ducked down in some bushes, staying quiet as they waited for Chey. The pain ripping through Jason's body increasing the longer he stayed in his position, he pushed it to the side however, not wanting to put more pressure on them.
"Eh, Jason, can I ask something?" Sean asked after a long silence.
"What?" Jason grunted, biting down on his lip.
"Why did you bother? I mean, earlier today, you wouldn't even talk to me. So, why risk your life in saving mine? Why not just let me get on with it?"
Jason was silent for a while. Sean thought he wouldn't answer.
"...'Cause I couldn't let you kill yourself." He answered finally.
"But why?" Sean probed further, wanting to know the true reason.
" 'Cause I couldn't. You're actually pretty sound, well, most of the time. So, I don't know, I guess..I don't know.."
"..You kissed me back.." Sean muttered quietly.
"Ae? Didn't catch that." Jason said, shifting slightly.
"I said, you kissed me back. You did, didn't you?"
"Don't be fuckin' stupid." Jason stated defensivly.
"You did."
Jason shook his head in denial, as Sean insisted that he was wrong.
"I didn't."
"You did, you did, you did."
"ALRIGHT. Jesus fuck, I did. I know. I kissed you back. Happy now?" Jason growled.
"Well, why?" Sean questioned.
"...Reaction." Jason said simply, turning away.
"And that's your honest answer?" Sean raised an eyebrow.
"No...Wait! I meant yes! Definitley yes."
"..So that's not your honest reason?"
Jason heaved a sigh, grumbling to himself before answering.
"No. Fuck sake, Sean, it's a pretty obvious answer, why do people usually kiss back?"
"Then why the fuck did you act all mental?" Sean asked, genuinely surprised at the answers he was getting.
"Because, I was caught off guard and I don't know. I'm sort of confused about all this shit. Can we drop it now?" Jason snapped, uncomfortable with the issue at hand.
Sean fell silent, musing over what had just taken place. Did this mean that Jason had feelings? He had implied it, hadn't he? Getting a straight answer out of him was almost impossible. He didn't like making things simlple.
A voice snapped Sean back to reality.
"There's Chey." Jason said, nudging Sean and edging out of his hiding place, Sean following.
"Chey." Sean hissed, waving to grab her attention. She rushed over, catching sight of Jason.
"Oh my God. Jase you look a mess." She gasped.
"Thank you Captian Obvious." Jason replied.
"How did you get here?" Sean asked, cutting in before anything could start.
"Cab. C'mon it's waiting for us." Chey said, leading them back to a yellow cab. "We'll stay at mine, my parents are out of town for a couple of days."
"Convenient." Jason muttered, sitting back, biting the inside of his mouth to stop a whimper of pain escaping.
"Chey, you're a life-saver." Sean sighed, relaxing back into the seat.
"I know." She chirped. "You can think of ways to repay me later."