9 inches

Chapter 20

Bec's POV:
Jack and I stood in the chemist in shock that we had seen the person we had least likely to see. Daisy. She was in a wheelchair and had many bandages and a leg cast. The car accident had happened almost a month ago, so she must have gotten out of her coma recently. She turns her head our way and she sees us and stares back. Daisy gives us a fake smile and starts wheeling her wheelchair towards us. "Well hello there Jack and Rebecca. How have you two been going?" She asks with a huge smile on her face. I don't understand why she is so happy. She's in a wheelchair and she got in a car accident because of us. "We've been good. Just picking up some stuff. How are you feeling?" Jack asks. I'm shocked on how Jack is taking this situation and how he's dealing with it so well. "I've been okay. Really sore. Look I'm sorry for everything. I remember waking up from the coma and I had really bad amnesia. Everything started flooding back in. In clots of memories and it really hit me of how much emotional stress I have caused you both. I heard about your dad on the news this morning Rebecca and I was so shocked that you have been through that. I truly am." Daisy tells us. I'm in utter shock of what she tells us and my mouth forms an oval shape from what is coming usually out of her disgusting mouth. "Are you okay Daisy?" I ask her. "Before you got in the car accident your attitude was terrible." I say telling her straight how it was. I'm not afraid to tell the truth. "I know and as I said I'm so sorry for the trouble I have caused you two. If it wasn't for me asking Jack for them nudes it probably wouldn't have even happened and I wouldn't been in this mess. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't my fault, but it really was. Everything started going downhill the day of the 26th of September. I remember the exact date and I'm sure that you two remember as well. I am so sorry and I really don't know how to make it up to you guys." She tells us and I'm not going to lie Daisy looks like she's going to cry from what she is telling us. In a way I believe what she is saying, but on the other hand I think she's only wanting us to feel sorry for her because of her injury which personally is a pretty shitty way to try and get sympathy. I look at Jack and he shrugs. "It's okay, but we really need to go." Jack lies and he grabs my hand and we rush out of the chemist. I don't think there was any way that he was going to buy anything in front of a two faced bitch like Daisy.

"There was no way I was going to buy a condom in front of Daisy. We are going to the next chemist." He tells me when we get into the car. I just nod my head and we are off. It was a pretty miserable dad considering that it was raining, so I really wanted Jack to make sure he was concentrating on the road and not on anything else. Soon enough I find Jack staring at me. "Jack you need to keep concentrated on the road. We will get in a car accident." I tell him sternly. "I can't keep my eyes off you. You're so beautiful." Jack says in a cheesy reply. Sure, I liked it, but I don't want to dare have Jack's life put at risk because he was distracted by me. "Jack if you're not going to drive properly, pull over I'll drive." I tell him, but before he put his eyes back on the road we started swerving.

"Jack!" I squeal and now we were the ones in the car accident. Everything went suddenly black.

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The next day

I  wake up in an unfamiliar place. Every wall was white and it smelt like bleach. I look around in pain and I noticed that Jack and I were in the hospital. Flashbacks of what had happened the day before had started creeping up on my mind and I couldn't get it out. Emotionally I was in pain, now I was physically and mentally. Nothing is going to be the same. I turn my head fighting the pain and I see Jack laying there peacefully in his bed. His eyes were shut and his body not moving once. I think he might be in a coma. The though stabs through my heart in every way possible. Am I now going to loose the love of my life? I don't think I'd every recover if he did pass away. "Jack." I whisper to him. No response. "I don't know if you hear me or not. I know you can't see me, but I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. Please don't die on me. Now isn't the right time. I need you to be alive with me. I can't imagine my life without you Jack Finnegan Gilinsky. Please." I whisper across the room and a tear escapes my eye.

Later on, when I start cleaning myself up I see an unfamiliar man walk into my ward. "Hello. You must be Rebecca Allen." The man says. I nod my head to tell him that he was correct. "I'm your doctor. My name is Samuel, but you can call me Sammy." He tells me. "Okay." I say awkwardly. "So, how are you feeling after what had happened yesterday?" He asks me concerned. In a way his tone sounds like he wants to hit on me. "I feel bad. No way I would feel good after being in a car accident." I tell him. I'm not afraid to tell him straight out. "Okay." He says writing things down on his paper. "Now can you tell me how my boyfriend Jack is?" I ask him. He nods. Sammy is probably the doctor for the two of us, so he starts flipping through his paper. "Is his name Jack Gilinsky?" He asks. "Yes." I simply tell him. "Well first of all I'd like to tell you that he has a broken leg. He also seems to have a mild crack in his nose and a mild concussion." He tells me. "He should wake up soon. Probably in the next 12 hours or so. He's not in a coma, his body is just preparing and healing." Sammy tells me. "Thank god." I let out in a breath. "So can you tell me what's wrong with me?" I ask. I almost forgot about myself worrying about Jack. "Well you have a broken wrist and leg, but nothing else. You did a little damage to your jaw, but that'll heal on it's own. It might be a little hard to eat." Sammy says and I nod. "Thanks for telling me that." I tell Sammy. "No problem. I'll check on you in an hour or so." He says.

I turn my head over to Jack's bed and I see that his heart rate is getting a bit slower. I know that he probably won't die, but there is still that slim chance and I still worry.

"Please don't die Jack. Please don't die." I whisper over to him.