CHAPTER 8:
When Jennifer returned to James' room, she found him asleep again. She sat down in the corner chair and finished the remains of her sandwich. She drank down the juice and threw out her garbage. She then sat back down and watched James sleep. He looked fairly well for someone who could have been killed only twenty four hours ago. Jen suddenly felt her iPhone vibrating in her pants pocket. Not wanting to disturb James, she went into the attached bathroom and closed the door as softly as she could.
"Hello?" She whispered into her phone.
"Jen? Where the hell have you been?" It was good old Fiona.
"Look, a lot has happened. I need you to get out to London, to St. Mary's Hospital, room 3941."
"HOSPITAL?" Fiona shrieked.
"I'll explain later! Just get your bloody arse over here!"
"All right, all right. I'll be there by hopefully tomorrow or the next day. Wait, why are you whispering?"
"Just go!" Jen hissed angrily.
"All right, bye!" Fiona hung up. Jen sighed, shaking her head. Fiona would just have to be told in person. Jen walked back into the room. James was now awake.
"Oh, James, you're awake again."
"Yeah, I heard you talking to someone."
"I called Fiona...er rather she called me and I called her back. I told her to get out here so I could tell her what's been going on."
"I see." James replied with a crooked smile.
"What? What are you smiling at?" Jen brought her chair next to James' bedside.
"You realise you're still in your P.J's right?" Jen looked down, embarrassed. "Don't worry, it's…it's cute." James said, taking her hand again. He had grown accustomed to taking her hand when he wanted with having to worry about being harmed in any way, shape, or form.
A few days later, Fiona had finally arrived in England. She was waiting with her luggage for Jen to pick her up at the airport. She had brought as much as she could, technology wise with her. Fiona kept continuously checking her phone for any missed calls or texts and still, she had nothing. She had decided to drop working with ExOps again, simply because she enjoyed working freelance with Jennifer and she was sure James would like it too. Or so Fiona hoped. Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate. Fiona opened it, and saw she had a text from Jen.
"Coming to get you, sorry I'm late, had trouble finding my car keys."
Trouble finding her car keys? Fiona thought. Oh dear, what am I in for? Fiona gathered her duffle bags and walked out to the pick up area where several taxis and busses were waiting. Fiona kept her eyes peeled for Jen in the driver seat of any car, considering she had no idea what kind of car Jen now owned. Suddenly, she heard a set of wheels screeching down the road. She prayed it wasn't Jen, but as the blue Mini-Cooper pulled up, she knew it was Jennifer. Fiona walked over to the car. Jen got out of the tiny automobile.
"Yeah, again, sorry for the wait. I could not remember for the life of me where I had left my keys when I left England for Venezuela. I thought for a moment I had lost them or they were stolen. But then I remembered: I left them in my safe. I don't know why I had forgotten that, but I guess I'm just tired." Jen pulled open the trunk of the mini and helped Fiona put her bags in.
"Since when did you own a Mini?" Fiona asked as she pulled open the passenger door. It was an older model, from 1997. It was electric blue, with the Union Jack on the roof. Typical of Jen, Fiona thought, as she sat down into the seat. Jen sat back into the driver's seat and turned the Mini on. Fiona knew Jen wasn't the greatest of drivers but she hoped Jen was able to drive like a normal person for once in her life and not get them into an accident.
"So, what's this about being in a hospital?" Fiona asked.
"Obviously, it's not me." Jen replied, keeping her eyes on the road.
"Well it could have been, I just…wait, James is with you, isn't he?"
"Oh Fiona, you are terribly slow at getting things. Yes, he's been here the whole time! How challenged are yo- GET THE BLOODY HELL OFF THE ROAD!" Jen yelled at a pedestrian who had crossed the street last second and was nearly hit by Jen. The man turned round and had a shocked look on his face. Jen kept driving on.
"You could have killed him!" Fiona pointed out.
"He should have looked." Jen retorted.
"I hate it when you drive." Fiona folded her arms and hoped that nothing else would happen like that. Fiona however, wanted to know what had been going on, but at the same time, she wanted Jen to be concentrated on her driving and nothing else. So, Fiona remained quiet and even pretended she was asleep for the time being.