Crazy for You - Valeska Brothers x Female OC (Gotham)

15. The Hospital

Sam's P.O.V

"Jerome?" I rub my eyes, stifling a yawn.

"In the flesh, doll."

I lightly punch his shoulder, "Do you know what time it is?"

Everything is blurry for a few seconds, but my eyes focus, soon enough.

Jerome is sitting on the bottom of my bed. He has a cut on his cheek.

I instantly jump up, pulling him towards me.

"Did she do this to you?!" I growl, placing a hand on his face, trying to get a better look at the wound.

"It's not that bad really, Sam."

"Why?! Why the hell would she do this?!"

"She's a bitch, that's why," his nostrils flare up, in clear anger.

"She shouldn't be doing this to you."

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry."

I only realise that I do have tears running down my cheeks why he points them out to me.

"I'm sorry," I apologise, wiping them away. Why am I crying? He should be the one crying. I'm so damn weak.

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

We embrace each other for a few minutes.

After we stop hugging, he looks intently into my eyes.

"Sorry, doll. This is the part where you have to wake up."

"What?" I reply, but the dream already starts to fade away.

My eyes slowly open, to reveal a white room.

Where the hell am I?

The last thing I remember is... Jerome. That little prick.

'Little loveable prick,' my subconscious argues.

I sit up straight, ignoring the bad stinging in my shoulder.

That's when I notice someone sitting in a chair, opposite the bed I'm on.

"Detective Gordon," I mumble, rubbing my eyes with a hand.

"You're awake," he replies, the ghost of a smile on his lips. No shit.

"Where am I?"

"The hospital. You were shot in the shoulder."

"The bus? What happened to it?"

"Don't worry, all of the people inside it survived, practically unharmed."

Relief washes over my shoulders like a wet towel on a warm day.

"You've been unconscious for a day."

"Really?"

"Your friend, Vicky I think, left you some clothes," he points to a pile on the end of my bed.

I note that I'm wearing a hospital gown at the moment.

"The bullet didn't hit anything vital. A few millimetres from your collarbone. Seems like luck is on your side."

"For once," I grumble, and he chuckles. "What happened to Jerome?"

"Actually, I was just about to talk to you about that," he tells me, his lips shifting into a frown. "He escaped. And it's only a matter of time before-"

"Before he comes after me," I cut him off.

"We're going to be moving you to GCPD. Just so we can be sure that you'll be safe."

"He'll kill as many officers as he can, just to get to me. It's not a good idea, Jim."

"But, just leaving you for him to get you is an even worse idea."

I sigh. There isn't any point in arguing with him.

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Boring chapter, I know. I had to write it for god sake. But I had to, otherwise you would've just been given a time skip or whatever. & next chapter will be A LOT better. It might be short though, idk 🤷‍♂️.