"Someone call the hospital!"
It was Poppy who said it, but let's be honest, we were all thinking it. Thank god they let Poppy and I ride in the ambulance, we each held one of his hands. But when we finally got to the hospital he was snatched away from us, we both looked at each other and then our hands, which we both agreed felt empty without his hands there. The doctors said it wasn't anything they couldn't fix, but they were confused as to who might have been responsible for all the other scars. Poppy didn't want to tell them, but I said that Jerome would tell if he wanted too when he got better. They said he would probably sleep for the next few days, and then he would have to remain in the hospital for a few weeks.
The next few days were torture, Poppy and I visited the hospital everyday but they would always send us away, on the fifth day of this torture, Jerome's dad came. Jerome was awake, and the entire house had come with Poppy and I. Jerome was propped up on pillows sitting up, his face covered in bruises and a long gash from his eyebrow to his top lip. His eyes landed on Poppy,
"Oh, thank god! Poppy you're alright." Poppy looked bemused, but hugged him anyway, he nestled his face in her hair, and I couldn't help feeling jealous. He looked up,
"Dad, can we live with you?" his lip quivered, "please?" His father looked shocked but nodded, his face alight with joy, Jerome looked angry though,
"When Arthur finds out, there'll be hell to pay. Mum won't believe it."
"We'll figure it out." I was shocked to hear myself say. Jerome looked at me like it was the first time he had ever seen me, his piercing blue eyes sent shivers up my spine. Patricia, ever tactful, forced everyone out of the room. I ran up to Jerome's bed and held him so tightly that he gasped in pain. I let go. And with some trepidation, he put his arms around my neck. His eyes met mine,
"Do you even realize what you do to me?" I looked at him questioningly.
"Don't you feel it?" he put his hand on mine "The charge?" The electricity going through my body was unbelievable.
"Charge? It's frickin' electrocution!" He grinned and pulled me close to him,
"I think the frickin' electrocution is great, don't you?" his lips were so close to mine I could barely breath, he didn't notice though, but come to think of it I didn't feel any breath from him either. He pressed his lips against mine and neither of us could breathe. A doctor walked in, and said,
"Some visitors for you Mr. Clarke,"
A woman in a new pinstriped starched business suit rushed in, a handsome but scary man waited by the door, his eyes on Jerome's now fear-covered face.