ROGUE

17 : I Want To Kiss You

Your POV
Jason was driving home, completely fine with the fact that he had just killed two innocent people.
My arm was still pumping out blood and I was in so much pain.
Eventually my vision started to blur and my head was spinning, and this time, I couldn't keep control of it.

"Jason I feel so s-sick." I mumbled.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with concern.
But then everything clouded over in an inky blackness.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar room, it was very clinical.
I assumed Jason had taken me to a different hospital.
I propped myself up on my elbows and winced as a sharp pain shot up my arm.
I turned my head to see my bullet wound neatly stitched up and no traces of blood left on my skin.
I frowned in confusion.
Suddenly, a woman with long brown hair walked in the room.
She was dressed in blue and I assumed she was a nurse or a doctor.

"I'm so glad you're awake, Miss Y/l/n." She said with a friendly smile.

I crinkled my forehead. "Where am I?" I mumbled.

The nurse sat down on the chair next to the bed. "Silver Gardens Hospital. You had lost a lot of blood from your wound but you have a very rare blood type so we couldn't transfer any. Luckily your boyfriend Justin stepped in to help, both of you are going to stay here for the next two days." She smiled.

I frowned in confusion again. "Justin?" I mumbled. And then I remembered. "Ohh yeah, Justin." I said awkwardly.

"You're lucky he had the same blood type as you, and you're also lucky he offered to help, without it we're not sure you would have made it. You lost two and a half pints of blood. Are you aware of what happened? Justin doesn't seem to know." The nurse asked suspiciously.

Jason's words and voice circles around my head.
'Tell a different story and I'll kill every living person here.'
"I can't remember." I said quietly.

The nurse nodded. "Justin is very weak at the moment, he panicked and no one could get him to calm down. He demanded for us to take some of his blood and give it to you, he started verbally insulting doctors, everyone in the waiting room went home because he was causing such a commotion." She explained, shaking her head.

I swallowed hard.
If I was in the same situation with Chris, I would be too embarrassed to even face the nurse.
But somehow, it was different with Jason.
"Can I see him?" I mumbled.

The nurse nodded.
"Of course, put on a robe and I'll take you to his room." She said.

I got out of bed in my skimpy hospital gown and wrapped a white fluffy rope around me, then followed the nurse out the room.
The hospital was weird, it smelled funny and was almost too clean. We weren't waking for long until we reached Jason's room.
The nurse opened the door for me and then wandered off down the corridor.

Jason looked pale, he was sat up in his bed with a plate of cookies on the side and a juice box, he had a bandage around his arm and he was watching a film on the small tv.

"Um...hey." I said quietly, unknowing if he was still mad at me, or if he had gotten over it.

Jason's head snapped away from the tv. "Y/n! Are you feeling better, babe?" He beamed.

I swallowed and sat on the edge of his bed. I lifted up his tattooed arm with the bandage. It was limp and his face twisted in confusion.
"Why did you do this for me?" I questioned, having an unusual feeling in the pit of my stomach, no one had ever done anything like this for me before.

Jason saved my life.

"Why wouldn't I? I love you." He smiled.
I sighed and looked at the papers on the side of his bed, reading them curiously. My eyes widened when I saw the amount of blood Jason had donated to me.

"Holy shit Jason, why did you give so much blood. That's not even legal." I said.

Jason chuckled. "Thats why I brought you here, because no other hospital would let me give that much."

I slammed the papers back down. "Yeah because it's ridiculous and unnecessary. You gave 2 and a half pints. You die if you loose 3." I informed him, proud that I remembered the medical classes I used to take at school.

"You lost 2 and a half, so I gave you 2 and a half back." He said, as if it was perfectly normal.

I rolled my eyes. "So now you need new blood. Who's gonna give you that, huh?" The corners of my lips turned up, and it must have been the first time I had smiled since this whole thing had happened.

Jason cracked a smile, happy that I wasn't too mad at him.
"I'll be fine as long as you're okay." He said.

Then I felt it.
The familiar feeling.
Butterflies.

I cleared my throat. "Anyway, thank you for doing that. It was nice of you." I said awkwardly.

Jason chuckled and I moved the hair away from my face.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Are you blushing?" He beamed.

I frowned and shook my head. "Not in a million years. It's probably just the lighting." I defended.

Jason raised his eyebrows. "Of course it is, babe. You wanna watch this film with me?" He offered, moving to the other side of the bed, offering a space for me.

He was trying so hard to get me to like him, he saved my life for crying out loud. The least I could do was sit with him. Even though I was still shaken up from witnessing him kill two innocents.

I shrugged. "Why not?" I said awkwardly and swung my legs on the bed, feeling my side pressed up against Jason's.

I felt his arm creeping around my back but for some reason, I didn't retaliate and I let it reach my shoulder, but his finger accidentally touched my stitched up wound.

I yelped in pain and Jason shot up quickly. "Shit, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, are you okay? Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

I forced a smile and bit my lip, waiting for the pain to ease down.
"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" He asked, concern written all over his flawless face.

I nodded and Jason lent back down. "I honestly didn't mean to." He said.

I forced a laugh. "I know you didn't. Don't worry about it."

I turned to the tv screen which was playing a movie which was already half way through, but ten minutes later, I felt Jason's finger brush against my cheek.

"You have beautiful cheeks." He beamed.

I wasn't used to compliments, I just smiled back. "Thanks." I let out a short laugh.

"I want to kiss them so bad right now."
I felt myself blushing, I looked down, smiling like an idiot.
Jason lifted my chin up. "Can I?"

I frowned, he was Jason McCann.
Was he seriously asking permission to kiss my cheek?
I would've thought he would just do it.
He actually had respect for me.

But I didn't want to raise Jason's hopes too high.
Did I really want this?

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