I spent a few days more at the hospital, James had wanted to come and see me when I told him what happened... or told him that I fell down a staircase…I didn’t know what Jonah had done to Chris, and I didn’t want to if I was being honest. so, I said no, he was my boss and if I was being really honest, I don’t think Jonah would have liked it, me being visited by another man, alone.
Maybe I was just being silly, he did fuck other girls, right? He told me not to fuck other guys, but he didn’t have the same problem as me, I didn’t have guys falling head over heels, willing to fuck me the moment they saw me like he did with girls, and …. I just didn’t want to let him down, even after telling him to go to hell and leave me alone, I just wanted him happy, and I felt just as crazy as it was when I thought about it.
I was sitting in a wheelchair in the lobby of the hospital, I looked like crap, absolute crap not being able to shower and just griming in my own sweat, I probably smelled too in the borrowed t-shirt and sweatpants, Jonah was coming to pick me up, just like he promised, but he still sounded cold when I called the number that had shown up in a message on my phone two days ago that just said, call me.
Wow.
He was just a bucket full of sunshine when he wanted to be, wasn’t he? I sighed, people keep passing me and felt even more like crap when it had gone over 45 minutes since he told me he would pick me up and I started to lose hope, seeing other people being with their loved ones, and I had nobody.
The first tears came when I saw a girl coming out and her boyfriend or husband hurried over and scooped her up like he couldn’t be away from her one second, and she wasn’t even hurt like me, or maybe she was when I turned my head away, not wanting to see them kiss.
I bet people was staring at me when I just hide my face into my hands, not wanting to be here anymore, I just wanted home, and by home, I meant Jonah and I knew it.
Fuck.
I really missed him, like really missed. With capital letters.
That’s why it hurt me so much when he let me down, because I trusted him, I really did even if he was an asshole and he said shit to me that was rude, but he never had let me down, never, and he always kept his promises, always.
“Hey…” I looked up, that wasn’t Jonah and I just looked sad at the guy standing there, Tom, great, just great, now he was going to be angry at me for getting his friend in trouble.
He was standing a few feet away from me, like he didn’t want to come closer, and I groaned, how the hell did he think he was going to get me anywhere, I was in a freaking wheelchair, the same one that he was staring at with his surprised eyes, he didn’t expect me to be this bad it seemed like.
“Oh, shit he didn’t tell me that you couldn’t walk, how the fuck am I supposed to get you back like this?!” he seemed more upset when I rolled my eyes, he could just help me up that wasn’t so fucking hard was it?
“Just roll me to your car and I get it from there.” He stopped and frowned like I was crazy making me even more confused, he was clearly not willing to help me, but he didn’t seem to want to let me do all the work either, make up your damn mind!
“I’m just going to check something…” he took up his phone and started to tap away on it when I looked bored at him, I knew by the stressed face and way his fingers were hitting the screen hard that he was not happy with this, picking me up and I quietly wiped away my last tears that was still making my eyes puffy.
I get that he didn’t want to come pick me up, but if Jonah couldn’t come over, he could have just told me that himself, and I would have gotten a freaking uber or a taxi home, instead of waiting here for almost an hour, just sitting here like an idiot for him to come by.
“ Don’t bother asking, just tell him that you don’t want to drive me because your friend got in trouble…” I looked dismissive at him, that was the truth and nothing he said, or Jonah was going to make it better or change that.
He looked up from the phone, surprised, almost making a laugher when I frowned back, so he was funny? Just what the hell was wrong with him, and the people Jonah hung out with. they were aggressive and made no sense when you talked to them.
“That guy is not my friend… hey pretty, you don’t know much, do you?” he seemed smirky again when I didn’t answer, fine, I didn’t know anything, not a damn thing. But that was only because Jonah didn’t tell me shit.
“Well, its not my job to tell you, and If Jonah doesn’t want you to know, then he probably likes you even more then I thought he did…” he stopped and smirked more, making me feel the slightest better, him telling me that Jonah liked me more… I know it was pitiful, but it felt better, getting confirmation that I wasn’t crazy, that he did care.
He smiled more and put away his phone, like he had gotten what he wanted from the person on the other side of the conversation, namely Jonah, and I just stared at him when he finally took hold of the wheelchair and started to roll me out into the fresh air.
He helped me carefully into the car and fastened my seatbelt.
I had never ever felt more like I was an old lady, then right now when he got around and drove me slowly back to home, to Jonah.