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James swallowed as he caught sight of the red biohazard bin.
He really hated hospitals.
Needles!
"Ugh!" He groaned at the thought.
He just hoped Jessie would hurry up, he'd feel much better if she was here with him. He didn't know why, but he just felt comfort when she was in the same room as him. She made him meals and gave him backrubs when he'd ask, no girl had ever done that for him. All those girls back home in Minnesota just threw themselves at him in an attempt to get in his pants, but Jessie didn't. That's probably why he liked her so much, he was just another face to her.
Not just the face.
Not that James minded being the face, no not at all. He actually took pride in being so handsome, perfect skin, pearly teeth, washboard abs to die for… But none of that mattered to Jessie, she seen him for him, and not his looks. He secretly liked how she would point out his flaws to him, like how he screamed like a lady when somebody talked of screwing with his hair, or how his thick eyelashes made him look girly under certain lighting. It set her aside from all the other girls who told him he had the face of a God.
Being pretty was a tiring job, maybe he should take Laurens advice and just shave his head, eyebrows and all.
James began laughing at the thought of that, like he had the balls to do that one to himself. As tiring as it could be, he still enjoyed being the total package.
He enjoyed it a lot.
He stopped laughing as the door opened, he turned his head and grinned as Jessie stepped into the room. She stood at the door with her hands tucked into her back pockets, trying to avoid making eye contact with him. He watched her as she looked at every single object in the room, except for him.
There she was again, acting like she wasn't totally into him.
He cleared his throat. "So the doctor said I may need surgery to fix my foot…" He said, trying to make her look at him.
Jessie flushed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to back over you like that…" She trailed off awkwardly, finding the picture of a dead liver more interesting to look at than him.
The silence dragged on.
Forever passed until the door opened again, this time Dr. Hollywood stepped in.
He looked up from his clipboard and caught sight of Jessie standing in the corner. "Hello Jessie, I understand that you are responsible for this damage?" He said with a joking laugh.
Jessie looked down at her feet in shame. "Yeah…" She mumbled quietly.
James wanted to thump Dr. Hollywood in his head for that comment, couldn't he tell that she felt bad enough! In all honesty James could give a damn less about his foot right now, he just wanted Jessie to start talking to him again.
"The nurses are getting the x-ray room ready for you so we can see if your injuries are serious enough for surgery, are you in any pain Mr. Diamond?" Dr. Hollywood asked as he scribbled on the clipboard.
James shrugged. "It hurts a little, nothing I can't handle though." He said.
Dr. Hollywood nod. "If you feel the need for any pain killers just let me know." He said as he continued to scribble.
James just nod.
"Thanks doc." Jessie said as Dr. Hollywood made his way out the door.
The door closed and the two were left in silence again.
Jessie pulled her hand out of her pocket. "You dropped this in my car." She said, tossing him the object.
James' hand shot up and caught it, he looked down and seen it was his comb. He didn't even realize he had dropped it, he looked up at Jessie.
"Why are you giving it back?" He asked.
Jessie's brows furrowed as she gave him a look of confusion.
"Uhhh, because it's yours…" She said slowly.
James rolled his eyes. "I thought you were mad at me." He said, tucking the comb into his pocket.
Jessie sighed. "I am…I mean…I was, but then I realized how stupid I was being and decided to get over myself. Is there a problem with that? Do you want me to be mad at you, because I can b-"
She stopped babbling as James began to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
James chuckled. "You're cute when you ramble." He stated with a shrug.
Jessie flushed and made her way across the room to stand infront of him.
"Say Ahhhhh" She instructed, pulling a popsicle stick from its wrapper.
James raised his brows at her but complied all the same, at least she was finally starting to talk to him again. She pressed the stick to his tongue and examined the inside of his mouth.
"Well your throats not swollen, and your uvula seems to be in good shape. But you may need a heavy dose of mouthwash, your breath smells like ass." Jessie laughed as she pulled the stick from his mouth.
James rolled his eyes. "Thank you Dr. Jessie." He said sarcastically, the corners of his lips turning up.
Jessie poked him with the wet stick. "That's Dr. Rocque to you mister." She said as she chucked the stick to the trash and moved on to grab the stethoscope.
Jessie spent the next twenty minutes playing doctor on James, checking his vitals, looking in his ears and nose, eating away at the jar of lollipops. She was halfway through with taking his saliva sample on a cotton swab when the door opened back up.
"Okay James, ready for an x-ray?" Dr. Hollywood said as he entered the room with a wheelchair.
James reluctantly nod and hopped down from the cot.
"SON OF A- gahh!"
He completely forgot about his shattered foot.
Oh the pain!
Jessie jumped up and quickly stood at his side, wrapping her arms around his waist to hold his weight off of his foot.
Using every ounce of willpower he had in him to fight back tears, he turned toward the doctor. "I could really use that pain killer now doc." He said in a pain filled squeak.
Dr. Hollywood left to get him some medication as Jessie steered him into the chair, she kicked down the foot rest and gently placed his throbbing limb onto it, apologizing the whole time.
"Why do you keep saying sorry?" James gritted out.
Jessie put her face in her hands. "Because you wouldn't be here if it weren't for me." She said with a strained voice.
James rolled his eyes. "Jess, im fine. Don't beat yourself up over it, I deserv- hey are you crying?"
He didn't want her to cry!
Jessie's head shot up and she glared at James with glassy eyes. "No!" She shouted defensively, sniffling a bit.
James chuckled and pulled her down into his lap. "You don't have to cry Jess, id run myself over too." He said, trying to cheer her up.
Jessie groaned. "I wasn't crying!" She tried to tell him.
"Then why do you have tears in your eyes?"
Jessie rolled her eyes. "Those aren't tears, I just got some sad in my eyes." She stated, resting her head on his shoulder.
James chuckled. "Yeah sure, let's go with that one." He said as he nestled his face in her hair and began to gently stroke her back.
They sat in silence then, just enjoying eachothers company as they waited for the doctor to get back with James' pain killer. Neither of them knew it then, but their relationship was about to get a whole lot more complicated.
