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| ~Test of Your Sanity 27~ |
| JC, if possible, became paler. �What?� Her face was grim. �They�ve reported that she�s lost a little too much blood. We need a blood transplant soon or else she�s gonna die.� �And you put it oh so bluntly� JC thought bitterly. �What do I have to do?� Rebecca sighed. �We need to find a blood match in order to transfer the blood.� �What kind of blood is it?� JC asked quickly. She flipped through her clipboard. �AB.� JC�s brain clicked. �That�s me.� �Are you sure?� she asked, aware that the two were very tight, and JC could just be wanting to help. JC nodded. �Alright. We need to set this up quickly. Hurry.� JC took a breath and followed her into the room. He forced his eyes away from her body, which was stuck full of needles and IV�s and attached to machines. Her face was so bloody with cuts that they were wiping up, her face was almost unrecognizable. His heart broke at the sight of her, and he just wanted to do whatever he could to get her back, with or without paralysis. �Just sit here,� she instructed, pointing to the chair near the bed where Jessie lay. JC nodded and sat down. Rebecca was turned, back facing him, but he knew what she was doing, and it made him scared. When she turned around, he almost freaked and backed out, but he was reminded of Jessie�s condition and gripped on the armrest tightly. The needle was about 3 inches long, and glinted in the light. Attached to it was the IV bag, which was attached to a tube running to Jessie�s body. JC tensed when she rubbed his arm with the swab of wet cotton. He began to sweat as the needle neared his arm. He shut his eyes as the needle made contact with his skin. Then, all he could feel was this warm sensation of something in his arm. JC watched in disgust and distaste as the red fluid went through the efficiently clear tube to her wrist, but he knew it was for the good of the situation. Rebecca came over to him. �This is great that we found someone so quick. I�m sure that if we wasted another half hour looking, she�d be dead.� �That�s supposed to make me feel BETTER?� he asked, for once ignoring the slight aching in his arm. She smiled. �I see that it isn�t. But I CAN tell you that she�s doing so much better. Thanks to you.� He smiled with her as he glanced at the still body on the bed. The blood was now gone, and there were bandages instead. JC sighed deeply and knew that it would take a while until she recovered. But that was better than having her dead. That was more than enough. *** Nick sighed as the second hand ticked slowly�painstakingly slow�tick�tock� He gripped his head in his hands as the minutes went by at a dawdling pace. The nurse said that they could visit Heather again in the next 15 minutes, but when he was watching the clock, only seconds went by. He had to wait about 10 more minutes. �Just stop looking at the clock,� Kevin said emotionlessly. �It�ll take longer. �I can�t help it,� Nick sighed, sitting back in the bench. �It just comes naturally.� �Why don�t we sing something?� Brian suggested. �At least some time will pass by.� Nick shrugged. �Sure. If it�s alright.� The rest of them smiled somewhat, and they knew which song to sing. It was like telepathy. It came with the brotherly love thing. Right then, they didn�t care who knew who they were. In a hospital, people could probably care less. They warmed up a little, then their voices filled the sad, disappointed air with harmony. I never thought that I would lose my mind That I could control this Never thought that id be left behind That I was stronger than you, baby Girl if only I knew what I�ve done You know, so why don�t you tell me And I, I would bring down the moon and the sun To show how much I care Don�t wanna lose you now Baby, I know we can win this Don�t wanna lose you now No no, or ever again I�ve got this feeling you�re not gonna stay It�s burning within me The fear of losing Of slipping away It just keeps getting closer, baby Whatever reason to leave that I�ve had My place was always beside you And I wish that I didn�t need you so bad Your face just won�t go away Don�t wanna lose you now Baby, I know we can win this Don�t wanna lose you now No no, or ever again -Backstreet Boys, �Don�t Wanna Lose You Now� When the guys finished their harmonious song, everyone seemed to notice the change in the atmosphere. The song had made everyone feel comforted in a sense. Smiles slowly crept to their faces, and they asked for another song. They guys obliged, feeling the tenseness of the earlier eve melt away. *** JC snapped his eyes awake. He glanced up at the clock. It was now 8:38. He let out a lion�s yawn, and stretched his arms high above his head, then stopped abruptly, remembering about the needle and the IV. He glanced at his right arm where a band-aid was. JC lowered his arms and rubbed the sore spot gently. He looked over at Jessie, who looked about the same as she was before. Seeing no one around, he stood up, stretched his aching muscles, then walked over to Jessie. He made sure not to touch any of the equipment attached to her. He grabbed her hand, making sure that the needle there wouldn�t move. �Hey,� he said softly. �I hope I did some good. You know how much I hate needles,� he chuckled quietly. �I�m here for you�just so you know. I�m sure even Backstreet is worrying about you. I know I am. <sigh> C�mon Jessie wake up�you might be paralyzed, but you�re alive, so show me that you are�God this is ridiculous. I�m just talking to myself.� He sighed, but felt that talking to her was relieving some of his stress. �Hey�c�mon wake up�please�<sigh> man this has been a LONG week,� he shook his head. �I need someone to talk to�I know Heather does too. Don�t worry, she�s ok�probably making out with Nick,� he smiled. He frowned once he saw she still lay motionless. For no reason at all, tears hit his eyes. Maybe it was the fear of her dying�or maybe it was the lack of her laugh or presence. �God you can�t go on me Jessie�we have a future here, and I can�t exactly live that without you�I love you,� he whispered, a lone tear streaking his cheek. A voice cleared itself and JC spun around, wiping away the tear, feeling foolish. �Hey man.� The corners of JC�s mouth turned up slightly. �Hey. So what�s the update on Heather?� The man pushed up his sunglasses. �She�s fine. Alive and well. How�s Jessie?� JC sighed. �Better than she was. But she�s still not awake.� AJ stepped forward. �I know how worried you are.� JC shook his head. �No you don�t. You might have been her best friend, but she�s my�� he stopped to think of the word. �Soul mate. My other half.� He bowed his head understandingly. �I see. You�re lucky you got a great girl.� �If I didn�t think so then she wouldn�t be my soul mate, would she?� AJ chuckled. �You know, I don�t know why the magazines think we�re fighting. We�d get along great, I think.� �We were only brought together by this accident. Besides, if you lived with Justin, you would go crazy.� AJ chuckled again. �You�re not all that bad.� JC smiled. �I�m glad you think so.� �Yeah. Cuz if you weren�t, then I wouldn�t be letting Jessie see you.� He shook his head and looked down at the angelic face that was once full of life, and now unresponsive. He bit his lip and stroked her face for moment, letting himself forget about his troubles for a short moment. �I can tell you love her.� JC looked up AJ. �Oh. Um, yeah. I do.� �I wish I had that. But I don�t.� �You�ll find her someday AJ,� JC sighed. �And believe me, you�ll be happy when you do.� �I am� |
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