Juliet's P.O.V.
It was weird. To see a young, beautiful nurse walk around in front of me as I lay in my own bed. Why was she here? In my house? Why the hell did my chest hurt, and why the hell was I having a hard time breathing? I was annoyed. What was Kendall doing that was so important he couldn't come see me, and tell this woman to leave us alone so we could snuggle? I turned my head ever so slightly to the left to see what time it was from the clock on my nightstand. However, something caught my attention quick. I wasn't in my bed. There was a large monitor by my bed with a bright green line bouncing up and down, very slowly. And there was a soft beeping coming from it. And behind me, as I turned my head to look at the nurse in front of me, I could hear the soft sound of something releasing air every so often. There was a sharp burn in my chest that forced my right hand up to touch it, but once I did, I froze. I glanced down to my chest and saw, underneath a plain white, gown I guess, was a thick, padded, taped up bandage. Covering my skin right in the center of my chest. What the hell happened to me?
I closed my eyes for second just to open them back up quickly. I blinked a few times, and let my eyes adjust to the brightness around me. I turned my head slightly to the right and saw a huge window showing a very bright, and blue day outside. Which meant me closing my eyes for just a second, wasn't a second after all. It was dark when I did that. Now is was bright. I slept for well over a couple hours. I groaned quietly and turned my head back to the front seeing a very empty, but clean hospital room. So, I was in the hospital. But I wasn't sure why. I opened my mouth feeling some strength come back into body and spoke quietly. Nothing was heard. I frowned realizing something was covering my mouth and reached up slowly. I closed my eyes feeling a mask over my nose and mouth and gently pulled it down off my face, taking in a deep breath. I opened my eyes feeling my chest burn but ignored it, for now. I lowered my hand and looked around my bed seeing a monitor and a small table beside me, with a plastic pitcher and empty cup on it. I sighed out hard and put both my palms down on the bed, pushing softly. I groaned as my body moved just a little and huffed out laying back down. I took in a few deep breaths and tried again, pushing myself up in my bed, ignoring the horrible pain in my chest. I pushed myself up high enough in my bed so that I could pour myself a glass of water and drink it. I laid back first though gently rubbing the thick bandage sticking up on my chest and closed my eyes taking in a deep easy breath. Once I opened my eyes, I reached for the pitcher and grabbed the cup putting them both on my lap. I raised with a shaky hand, pouring the water in my cup, only to about half way. I set the pitcher back down on the table and raised the foam cup closing my eyes, letting the cool, refreshing liquid enter my mouth. I emptied the cup completely and carefully set it back down on the table opening my eyes back up. I sighed out, reaching up and wiped the corner of my mouth looking around my room for signs of someone…anyone. But no one was with me. I frowned laying my head back and tried so hard to remember why I was in the hospital with a bandage on my chest. The last thing I remember, fuzzy at best was a fire. Was I in a fire? I raised my arms seeing no signs of burns and frowned again. From outside my room I heard a loud, quick clap. It made me jump and close my eyes tight seeing flashes of a man standing over me, slapping me hard in my face. I clenched the blanket on my body and gasped watching a memory play out in my head. I was lying flat on my back with a man not just over me but forcing himself inside me. And he was slapping me. I opened my eyes quick and glanced around my room feeling panicked. Where was Kendall? What happened to me? I started to push the blankets off my body and felt the needle in my arm pinch a little as I tugged on it, to get out of my bed. But I was afraid. Someone attacked me. Someone hurt me, and Kendall was no where to be seen. I had to find him. Just as a loud sob left my mouth and I got both legs off to one side of my bed, a nurse came running into my room. "Mrs. Knight. Please lay back down." She rushed to me and started to push my body down, but I fought her, crying out. I was yelling out Kendall's name to see not him, but two doctors run into my room. One of them I recognized easily. James. Seeing him seemed to make me scream out louder and as soon as he grabbed me, I clutched onto him and let him gently lay me back on the bed. I however kept holding around him, not letting go, feeling my chest burn, and my throat hurt. My tears didn't stop.
It took quite a bit for me to calm my crying down, but once I did, James was sitting on my bed beside me, holding one of my hands in his while he brushed hair out of my face. I sniffled looking up at his face and shook my head, finally speaking. "What happened to me?" He looked down at my hand quick and shook his head breathing in hard.
"You were taken. By Shawn and Austin. You and Logan both were." He looked back up to me and I nodded slowly. "Kendall and Carlos found you guys, but…Shawn stabbed you in your chest." I looked down at my chest and gently rubbed around the bandage. "We also had a few tests run on you based off what Austin told the police." I looked up slowly and felt my breathing picking up speed again. "They…" He stopped and looked away swallowing hard, making his Adam's apple bounce up and down.
"Did they rape me?" He moved in quick and picked me up, hugging me tight. I squeezed my eyes shut hard and clutched onto the doctor's coat on his back knowing exactly what the answer was.
"I'm so sorry Juliet. I am so sorry." I sobbed into his neck and turned my head down just a little, so my cries weren't as loud. "You're healthy though. You don't have any disease and your chest is going to heal very nice. I know that is nothing compared to knowing what they did to you but…" He paused, and I shook letting more tears fall out. "You have been in and out of sleep for the past week and a half we were worried you weren't going to wake up." I opened my eyes gently pushing away and frowned.
"I've been in here for that long?" He nodded pushing hair off my face and kissed my forehead. "Where is Kendall?" A thought dawned on me and I sat back feeling more tears threatening to come out. "Is he okay? Is Max?"
"Shh…yes Juliet. They are both fine. They have been here the whole time. They just went to get some food and clean clothes." I nodded trying to control my breathing and sort of laid myself back down. I reached out grabbing one of his hands and put it in both mine sighing out hard.
"Is Logan alright?" He chuckled nodding and looked out into my room.
"He's having a hard time right now with not being able to stop them from hurting you. He blames himself." I shook my head pulling his arm closer to me, making him scoot closer to me on my bed. "He's been here every day too, but his pain killers kick his ass and goes home at night. And Sammy made you a gift." I raised my eyebrows smiling small as he reached over to the table next to my bed. He picked up a homemade macaroni necklace with different colored noodles and I laughed out, taking it from him. "He is convinced you can design a whole outfit around this beautiful piece." I laughed louder and sat up urging him to put it around my neck. He laughed and gently put it on me. I laid back and put the necklace in between my fingers looking out my room at the hospital going through it's normal day. "I'm so sorry Juliet. For everything that happened to you. I wish I could say something other than sorry."
"It's okay James. If it helps…I don't really remember a lot of it." He nodded pushing hair off my face again, keeping his hand on the side of my head. "Does Kendall know about…" He nodded quick and I sighed shaking my head. "Does Max?"
"No. Kendall made it very clear to everyone that Max only knew about what he could see." I felt a weight lift off me knowing my son didn't know his mother was raped. "In an effort to lighten this up a bit…our kids are talking to each other again." I raised an eyebrow and he smirked shaking his head. "They aren't dating. Max is still too hurt, but Emily has always been able to charm him. He's been driving her to school and picking her up. She even offered to hook him up with one of her friends." I laughed out loud and he did too bending down slightly. He kissed my forehead and I felt a lot better than I had been. Just as he raised up I heard the very distinct laugh of my child and perked up, pushing myself up. I glanced around James's large body and couldn't help the tears squeezing out of my eyes seeing my only child walking in my room, holding a water bottle and his backpack in both hands. He was looking up at his dad as they both walked in, smiling to each other. "Look who is awake." They both stopped walking and I sat myself up very straight forcing a smile. From around Kendall's shoulders, I saw Logan's face appear and let more tears come out, along with a sob. I covered my mouth quick and put my head down.
"Mom…" I was grabbed gently and pulled into Max as James got off the bed beside me. I reached out carefully to not tug at the IV in my arm and held around him putting my crying eyes into his shoulder. "How do you feel?" I only nodded against him not being able to get the look of Logan out of my head. His lip was cut bad on the bottom corner, and he had a faint cut on the top of one of his cheeks. Both his eyes had very faint bruising around them. He really got a beating. The thought made me sob out again and clutch harder onto Max making him pull me deeper into him. "Dad?" Max sounded very worried and again, it made me feel worse. I let out another sob, just as a hand touched my back and rubbed gently.
"Baby…" Hearing Kendall's sort of raspy voice behind me, sent a chill up and down my spine. I let my son go, keeping my head down and turned very quickly so I could throw myself at Kendall. Once my arms were around him, and he was sitting on the bed beside me I let out a gut-wrenching cry. I think the main reason I was so emotional was because I was hurt. Bad. But Logan was also hurt, and I felt like it was my fault. A voice kept coming into my head, a voice that wasn't mine, and it was saying I was disgusting and worthless. I should have died, and Logan should have been unhurt. That voice was screaming at me. And all I could think to do is hold my husband and sob on him. Which I did.
Just like when I had my panic attack after I woke up and James sat with me, Kendall did too. He waited, not saying a word, gently rubbing my arm and running his hand through my hair, softly. We eventually had laid back, him letting me literally put half my body on his. I purposely turned my body away from the other three in the room, and kept my eyes closed just so I didn't have to see my son. I was embarrassed. For my wounds, and for the fact that I was an emotional wreck. No child should ever have to see their parent like this. But once I had my heart, and my head calmed down, I opened my eyes and wiped my face off on my head sighing out, looking out at the bright beautiful day outside the hospital. There was a soft, sweet little kiss to the top of my head that made me feel just a little better. I put my arm that had my IV in it gently on Kendall's chest and glanced up to his face. He was smiling down at me and rubbed under my right eye shaking his head softly. "Your eyes look a lot better." I frowned gently pushing myself off him and still, kept my head down, not looking at the three bodies around me.
"Compared to what?" He laughed and sat up a little kissing my forehead. "Uhm…"
"It's just about lunch time pretty lady. Here is your menu. 5-star stuff." I laughed ticking hair behind my ear and glanced up cautiously. Max was sitting on the end of my bed looking down at his phone. Sitting in a chair next to me, was James, with Logan sitting on his lap. James was gently putting a piece of paper on my bed and I grabbed it slowly. "I really should be getting back to work."
"No…" I glanced up to see Logan turning to James, putting a hand on his face shaking his head. "Stay. Juliet is finally awake. Sit with us."
"Thanks for earlier James. I appreciate it." I saw Max look up quick and Logan turned to me quick. I smirked and looked back down to the paper in my hands. "I had sort of a panic attack I guess you could call it, and James calmed me down. Gave me my beautiful necklace."
"I helped Sammy make it." I looked up quick to my son and smiled small seeing him giving me a sad look. "I'm really happy to hear your voice mom." I extended both my arms and motioned him to me. Max gto off my bed and walked up to me and sat down fast. I pulled him into me quick and hugged him tight sighing out softly. "When I hugged you before, I thought I hurt you."
"No baby…just emotional. I didn't mean to scare you." He only shrugged under me and I kissed his ear swallowing hard. "You want to get some lunch with me?" He pushed away gently and nodded smiling. "You know just as much as I do…hospital food sucks." He laughed turning to Logan and James who were both just smiling wide at us, holding each other. "How does a big fat greasy burger sound?"
"Really good. I can go get one for you."
"Why don't I go? So, you can be with your mom." I saw Logan starting to stand, with James help and smiled up at him. "What else can I get you?" Logan walked to us and I let him kiss my forehead, just as I saw the wall of my room with my TV on it and saw a paper pumpkin hanging by it. I frowned and glanced over to Kendall who still had one hand on my back looking at me.
"Is it almost Halloween?" He nodded rubbing my back and I huffed out turning back to Logan, while also looking at James. "Am I gonna be in here for a while?"
"Yeah…your chest needs to be monitored very carefully. Why?" I sighed sitting back into Kendall who held me gently, but firmly.
"Because a few of my bet friends asked me to make a little dinosaur costume for their little boy and I need to finish it." James stood up fast and both him and Logan shook their head. "Guys…I'll go crazy in here without anything to do. That will give me something to do. I just need the fabric, and one of my sewing kits, and it will be ready in time for Halloween. Besides…sewing is therapeutic for me." Logan sighed glancing over to James who simply leaned down, kissed my cheek and stood back up.
"You don't have to, but if it's what you want to do to feel better, okay." I smirked up at him and turned to Max who was getting off my bed.
"I'll go with uncle Logan to get it. I forgot my laptop and I need to write a history paper. If that's alright that I do go mom." I frowned nodding and set my hand on Kendall's leg beside me.
"Of course, baby. I'll be right here." He nodded bending down quick and kissed my cheek before turning and walking to the door.
"We'll be back." Logan let James kiss his cheek and he waved at me before turning and walked to Max, gently shoving him. Once they were gone, James sighed out and went to the end of my bed, grabbing a clipboard flipping through some papers. I turned, to look at Kendall, who was of course looking at me and I forced a smile. He looked pained. Like he knew all the things that happened to me and was beating himself up over it. That thought, that Kendall had to see me like this, somehow was worse than knowing I was stabbed in the chest.