There was so many different emotions I was feeling that I couldn't even think straight. I knew one thing: I had to get help from a doctor and FAST. After I cried out all my tears in a matter of ten seconds, I grabbed onto Jack; not caring how much of his blood was getting on my hands. "You MONSTER!" I screamed at Cal, kicking him in his area again. I would have said more. Much, much more but the only thing I was thinking about was getting Jack some help quickly. I was supporting him up with all my strength and tears, shouting for help along the way. When we got out onto the deck I screamed at the top of my lungs:

"Someone with doctor experience! We need help, and we need it fast!"

People looked at us with either disgusted, nervous, or terrified eyes, but no one stepped forward. I heaved a sigh and kept walking, watching as Jack winced. His face was getting pale, which scared me and led me to go faster.

"Anyone? Please! Anyone?" I said desperately, beginning to lose hope. I lost grip of Jack when his entire body went limp and he pummeled to the ground. I screamed and tears started streaming down my face.

"What happened?" Mary-Anne asked, racing through the crowd. I was kneeling next to Jack, my mascara streaming down my face along with my tears.

The only two words I could get out of my system clearly were 'stabbed' and 'fainted'. Mary-Anne knelt down to Jack. She gently touched the blood stain on his shirt and got up immediately.

"There's a nurse on the boat." She said. "I'll go get her."
"Please go quickly!" I said. She ran off.

I knelt there with Jack's limp body, staring at his unconscious face. I was still crying, feeling like I could never stop. What if he's dead? I thought. Why did Cal have to go that far? I hate Cal. I hate him and I want him dead.

Sooner than I thought, Mary-Anne arrived with the nurse. I got up as the nurse knelt down and quickly checked him over, bandaging him up, checking his pulse, and strapping all these cords and stuff to him. She lifted him up onto a gurney and thankfully, oh-so-thankfully, I saw him stifle a breath again.

"Thank you so much." I said, hugging Mary-Anne.

Mary-Anne pulled away very awkwardly and showed me the small red stains on her shirt that I just left behind. Embarrassed, I told her I was sorry and left to go to my room and take a shower.

I still cried while in the shower. Words couldn't even describe how hurt I was, and nothing could ever describe how much I absolutely hated Cal. I couldn't concentrate on anything. For a second I forgot how to turn off the water. I came out of the bathroom in my towel and wet hair. I was really dizzy and could hardly keep myself up while walking to the closet. My towel almost dropped and I almost jumped when Mary-Anne knocked on my door.

"Rose? It's about Jack. Are you in there?" She asked.

My eyes widened. Jack!

"Uh..wait a minute! I need to get dressed."

I got dressed into a completely random outfit very fast. I had to know what happened to my Jack. I opened the door very fast.

"What? What is it?"

"Wow, Rose, you're a mess…"
"I know I am. Can you please tell me how Jack is?"

She laughed. "He's just fine. In fact, he's recovering pretty fast."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Can I go see him?"

"Are you sure you don't want to…"

"He won't care."

She smiled. "Okay."

She put her hand on my back and led me to Jack. When we arrived, he was laying down on the bed, all bandaged up.

"Hey Rosebud." He smiled.

"Hey." I sat next to him and held his hand. "How are you?"

"It stings. Really bad. It feels like there's a hole in my ribs and the nurse said if he stabbed me any deeper it would be more serious. I'd have to get on a plane and get sent to a hospital or something like that."

I was speechless.

"You okay, honey?"

"Yeah I'm fine. It's just a lot to take in."

"I understand."

We were silent for a little bit, and then I looked at his face. It was a little pale and his hair was kind of messed up, but his eyes were still the same beautiful blue. His lips were still something I wanted so badly to kiss. I did and he smiled.

"What was that for?" He playfully asked.

"Showing you that I love you." I said.

"Really? Well how about this."

He reached his arm over and pulled me over top of him, kissing me deeply and passionately. When we pulled away I was laying right behind him.

"Jack…" I said, concerned but very in love.

"No matter how much that hurt, I did it because I love you." He said with a wince.

"Jack, if that hurt you…"

"I love you way more than any pain overcomes me, Rose."

I blushed and kissed him gently.