Third Person's POV
"CLEAR!" Doctor Matthews shouts, frantically trying to save Jason's McCann's life. "There's still isn't a heartbeat Doc." Reed sadly mumbles, trying to get the doctor to see.
"I don't care, we'll keep on doing it, until this kid has a heartbeat. Now let's CLEAR!" Doctor Matthews, yells at his assistant doctors and nurses. "Okay Doctor." They mutter in unison, getting to their places to be.
"CLEAR!" He calls out, praying that he saves this man's life. "Again, clear!" He goes once more, pumping Jason's chest. Attempting to get his flatline beating again.
Doctor Matthews keeps trying to resurrect a dead and completely still Jason. Pumping his heart frantically, making the effort to get any type of beat. Even though most of the doctors and nurses gave up, Doctor Matthews still had faith in the young man. Of course they all knew of Jason's name. Though Matthews simply didn't care about that. He just kept on shouting "clear", looking at the heart monitor anxiously.
"Come on son, you can make it. Come on Jason wake up, wake up Jason McCann." Doctor Matthews whispers, while pumping his chest. "You can do it, people love you. Especially those people waiting for you out in the waiting room. Don't let them down. Specifically that young beauty of yours." He chuckles, still whispering encouraging things to the young man.
Come on Jason wake up, push through it.
NO! Die... die like everybody wants you to.
Do whatever you want.
I have to wake up.
Fight Jason... fight!
"Come on Jason McCann, you're not all that crazy and dangerous. There's people who love you." Matthews begins to shout, causing attention from his doctors and nurses in the room.
Push, fight through it!
Die... Stay in the dark.
Fuck you, stay with us!
"Come on son, come on wake up for the world." He continues to pump, and work on Jason's chest with all his might. Praying for the lifeless man to come back to life.
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Jason's POV
FIND THE LIGHT JASON!!!! YOU CAN DO IT!
HE CAN NOT DO IT! HE NEEDS TO STAY HERE!
DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, IT'S YOUR DECISION, MAN!
As Jason screams at the top of his lungs, he runs down into the darkness, gasping and panting for air. Although, whatever Doctor Matthews said, made some type of impact on Jason. He was fighting for his life, hanging onto something he wanted. He wanted to live, he needed to live... he had to live!
"He's alive."
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Malarie's POV
I opened my eyes, trying to adjust my blurry vision. I quickly noticed white walls and beeping noises going off. I glanced around, seeing that I was in a hospital.
Whoa... that felt like such a dream.
"Hey you're finally awake." Alex smiled nicely, walking closer to my bed and taking a seat. "Mmm yeah I guess." I groaned stretching, quickly wincing at my shoulder pain.
"Whoa, take it easy there tiger." He chuckled, pushing me lightly back down. I groaned, nodding. "Did you find out anything about Jason's condition?" I ask worriedly, only to see a saddened expression on his face.
"Alex... what's -" I begin, to be cut interrupted mid sentence. "He's alive," He nodded looking down. Though he cleared his throat, looking at me very sadly. "But, he's in a coma Malarie." My heart ached a bit.
"W-what? How? I-I-" I stumble over my words not getting anything out whatsoever. "I know. He uh, he flat lined a couple of times. He's in stable condition though. With normal brain activity and all." He nodded to himself, looking like he aged twenty years.
"Does he have any brain damage?" I question worriedly, searching his eyes for any hesitancy.
Please say no. Please say no. I would still care for him dearly if he did. I just want Jason to be okay... to be himself.
"Nah, he's completely normal. Just in a damn coma." He grumbled, fisting clumps of his hair. "Hey, he's going to be okay." I squeezed his hand, assuring him.
He just nodded, looking down hurt as can be. He even let a few tears slip out of his eyes. I was stunned that he even started crying in front of me. Let alone hold my hand for support.
Alex and Jason McCann both have emotions. They're just misguided, and judged by so many.
"I want to give you a hug... but would that be weird? I asked hesitantly at a still sniffling Alex. "It depends. Are you trying to strangle me or are you trying to give me a friendly hug? He weakly chuckled.
"Definitely a friendly hug." I smile widely. "Well in that case, give me a hug." He then leaned over and gave me a tight but gentle hug.
Being careful of my hurt arm. He cried into my neck, just letting it all out. I embraced him, just like I did to Jason in the woods that day. He cried so much, I found myself tearing up too. Just us both, holding each other letting all our emotions unravel. It was such a nice hold we had on each other. Nothing beyond sexual... but like a brother and a sister would.
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"Fuck, I'm the biggest pussy of all time." Alex whined, pulling away from me. I shrugged wiping all my tears away. "I think it's okay to cry. It's funny your brother said something like that before." I smiled, taking a sip of my water.
"Yeah? He called himself a pussy?" He laughed, raising a quizzical brow. "Yes, and I quote him. "I'm a pussy boy, for crying". He's so silly if you ask me." I chuckle, shaking my head.
"Shit, that's my baby brother alright." He laughs loudly, clutching his stomach. But frowned and look sad again. "Cheer up Alex, he will be okay." I reassured him sweetly.
He nodded once again, embracing me in another hug. I don't know where Alex and I stand. But I like this Alex. He's chill, vulnerable, and just plain ole nice. I know this situation is hard on him- Jason is his kid brother. His only brother. A while back Jason told me, that they were very close, and that they're all that they have.
I was going to speak some more to Alex, but Dayna walked in. She gave us both a small smile, explaining Jason's recent activity. Which was, he's still breathing and in a coma. Although I was sad and a bit upset, I still kept a positive vibe going. That's all we can do... is wait and stay positive. Time will tell.
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Jason's POV
Jason you're alive. I am so proud of you.
"If I'm alive... why in the hell are the lights still off?" I ask, my voice echoing off the walls around me. I am beyond annoyed, that I can't see shit.
Your body is turned off. But your brain is still working.
"What do you mean 'my body is turned off'? What's going on with me?" I question, leaning up why I presume is a wall.
You're in a coma, asshole.
"What! No I can't be. I-I should be well a-and better." I stutter, walking briskly to nowhere in general.
This is a hallway that goes on forever. It almost seems like I've been walking for that long. There's no other way. Just straight, forward, and ahead. I would turn around, but there would be a wall directly behind me. I tried running faster just to see if I could catch a dead end. But nope, nothing. Just a never-ending hallway.
"Ugh I'm tired of walking forward, isn't there another direction?" I huff, growing umpteenth amounts agitated.
No there isn't another way, Jason.
Nope you, asshole just one way.
Or maybe there is, I don't know.
"What does that mean?"I waited for the voices in my head to answer me. Nothing. Hello." I call out to the three of them. Silence. "Shit!" I punched a wall, immediately pulling away when my fist stung like hell.
No dent or hole went through the wall. Just completely hard, making my fist throb in pure anguish. I inspected the wall, but couldn't see squat. All having to do with me being in the dark. The scary darkness. Claustrophobia don't come out right now. Please.
"Follow my heart. What does that even mean? Ugh I should give up." I groan in frustration.
I continued walking forward, dragging my body along. Trying to find a way to wake myself up. If I'm in a coma, I'm still here in this darkness. It's funny, because everything I do is dark or done in the darkness. My car is black, my house furniture and decorations are black. My life is black... my heart is black. Yet I don't like this silence and darkness, surrounding me now.
I feel alone and lonely. There's just me here, along with A, B, and C. Aka my stupid voices in my fucked up head. "A" is clearly the nice one. "B" the mean ass one. "C" The not so caring and "I don't give a fuck, one." Most of the time I listen to B and C. Now that I'm in this darkened hallway, I just want to listen to A. I,Jason Andrew McCann, is scared and I'm not afraid to admit it.
"Are you sure this isn't hell? Please answer me, I have to know." I plead, dropping to my knees.
You are not in hell or heaven Jason. Find your way out... they miss you. "A"
You should be in hell asshole. But you should kill and torture people instead. "B"
Does it matter? "C"
"FUCK! I need a sign any sign." I yelled pulling and tugging on my hair.
I was just about to start hitting my head. When I felt a tingly feeling on my left hand, and my lips. It was a fuzzy sensation that I surprisingly felt before. I touched my lips gently, feeling my skin. Then again I felt it. That fuzzy vibrating tenderness grazing upon my skin. I slid myself down on the ground. Sitting myself up against the wall. Waiting for that feeling to happen again.
Before that fuzzy feeling, I felt empty and abandoned. I waited and waited, nothing happened. I grew angry and upset, so I stomped my foot viscously against the ground. Punching the wall behind me, causing my knuckles to bleed. But I immediately stopped when I felt it yet again.
This time it was all over my cheeks. Oddly it was calming and keeping me sane. I lay on the ground, just letting the feeling contain my rapidly beating heart. I was in pure and utter peace. Just letting this feeling take over my whole entire body. And soon enough found myself, being put to sleep by it.
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Malarie's POV
He sleeps serenely, just lying there. Blowing out even peaceful breaths. He's so beautiful and sexy. Looking like a Greek God... even in a coma. I watched him sleep, never taking my eyes off his chest. Calmly rising up and down. He looked like he normally do when he's sleep. Except, less jumpy and paranoid.
Alex and I decided to pay him a visit, after Dayna explained his current state to us. I was so happy to finally see him. It felt like forever since I last talked to him. But in reality it was just twenty four hours ago. When we reached the coma and ICU part of the hospital, I almost chickened out. Though Alex assured me, everything would be fine. That was about four hours ago. I never left his side. Even when I had to get my gauze changed, the nurses had to change them in Jason's room.
Before my cousin Dayna left her shift, I made sure to recommend the best doctors and nurses for Jason's care. She didn't put up an argument, just simply complying. I also wasn't aware, that nobody had seen the faces of the gang before. Alex had told me the Panthers, aka their gang was always careful. So only Alex and Jason's face have been seen in the hospital.
No authorities had been called for either the guys or myself. I think Dayna made sure of that, when I begged her to explain something to the doctors. She settled on telling the doctors Jason was another Jason McCann or something like that. She also made me promise to visit my family, or call them whenever I could. I agreed, even though I know Jason is going to have a fit once he wakes up.
"You've been in here all day. Maybe you should go back to your room, and get some rest." Alex suggested. While Ryan leaned up against the doorway, nodding in agreement.
Did I mention the guys came back to check up on us. Taking turns, spending time hanging out by Jason's bedside. He would certainly love that all his friends were by his side. Since he's "mister popular and I have a lot of friends".
"I'm not leaving his side." I whisper, grabbing ahold of his hand. Instantly making his heartbeat race. Instantly showing up on the monitor.
Oh, so does that mean he can feel me?
"Mal Pal, you can't get better if you don't get rest." Cal gave me a sympathetic look. "Cal I said I'm not going." I spoke sternly, rubbing my thumb across Jason's delicate hand.
"Malarie come on, listen to Cal. You need your sexy sleep, so you won't look like shit when Jason wakes up." Jacob winked, while pulling a chair up by me. I chuckled shaking my head disapprovingly.
"I look like crap all the time... he won't care." I shrugged. Smiling at the thought of him awake. "Fine, we're going to get something to eat. Don't leave or tell nothing. Please." Alex points a scolding finger at me, from the other side of Jason's bed.
"I won't. I put that on my life. I can't leave him like this. I won't leave him like this." I spoke weakly, looking down at Jason's fragile body. "Well okay, I'm just checking. I love him, and I know he loves you too." He mumbles, getting up and walking out the door.
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I lay my head down on Jason's hand, rubbing it oh so softly. Just praying and hoping,he wakes up out of this damn coma. I kissed his bruised knuckles, hating that they were all scarred and battered. I realized every time I touched him, his heartbeat would pick up a bit. I also noticed, when I released my hand from his body. Jason's heartbeat would go crazy high, almost as if he was angry or some sort.
"Jason do you hear me?" I whisper, tracing random patterns against his face. Silence. No movement. "Do you miss me? Because... I miss you." I admit, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
Heartbeat monitor, go ahead and go crazy for me. Not even a second later, the monitor starts going off crazily. I just giggle to myself, giving him a light tap on his nose.
"My boy." I shook my head, kissing his neck. The monitor does the same thing like before.
His body is so addicting. Why have I not noticed this before? Why did it take for him getting hurt, for me to realize I like him?
"Can you please wake up? I miss seeing your eyes. They're like this honey looking color." I weakly chuckle, rubbing his thigh delicately. "I saw your new scar. You're definitely getting a tattoo to cover that little cute thing up. I'm just kidding, you don't have to cover it up. Wear it proudly." I continue running my fingers over his body gently, speaking quietly to him.
No, I'm not being a pervert and looking under his gown. His nurse came in and changed his gauze, and showed me what his scar looked like. It's not too bad. Although, the doctors had to cut his skin a little wider than expected. Since his bullet didn't go through like my own. He lost so much blood, and he needed a blood transfusion. They couldn't wait for Alex to sit and donate, so they used donor bloods.
Alex still had the chance to donate just in case Jason needed it. The doctors were saying, he may need another transfusion. The bullet hit a major artery... causing Jason to bleed out. So nurses are still on high alert around his room.
"Jason you tattoo freak, wake up please." I plead, interlacing our fingers together.
I was interrupted by a throat clearing. I turn around and quickly scold myself.
"Now Ms. Dawson, didn't I tell you to get some sleep... two hours ago." A sassy nurse named Gloria announced, putting her hands on her hips. "Er hey Ms. Gloria, how are you?" I try to sweet talk her.
"Don't Ms. Gloria me. Baby girl you have to get some sleep." I pout, groaning childlike. "I did get some sleep, I slept on the couch there." I point to the couch with a blanket on it. Cal was sleeping there.
"I mean in your own hospital bed, not on that couch." She crossed her arms sternly. "I know. I just can't leave him, and anyway I get released tomorrow morning." I shrug uncaringly.
"Well that's an even better excuse to go lay down. You can come and see him tomorrow. As a released person. So please Malarie, let's take you back to your room, yeah?" She grab ahold of my arm, leading me out of his room door.
"Okay." I grumbled weakly. "I'll be back mister... don't worry I will. You just stay put, and work on getting well, alright?" I croak, walking to his room door. Getting ready to go out into the hallway. Nothing.
I sure will be back tomorrow. Don't worry Jason McCann, I will. If tomorrow was the last day on earth, I would skip everything fun filled and sit by your side. I really, really, really, like Jason. It's not even funny. He once told me, he was incomplete without me. I now know how that feels. Please wake up beautiful, I miss you way too much... and it hurts.
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Jason's POV
"NO! Please don't go away." I screamed, feeling the tingly sensation desert my wanted skin. As I lay tired and lonely, on the cold hard ground. Surrounded by complete blackness
Jason you have a choice. Fight for your life or fall down and die.
"I WILL FIGHT TO LIVE!"
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- Chapter 15 updated loves! I hope you enjoyed!
- If you didn't understand... Jason is very much alive. He's just stuck in the "In-between" at the moment.
- Alexis -