My British Bedmate | ✔️

Thirty Three

Jackson

My head fuckin hurts.

I peeled my eyes open only to see that I'm no longer lying on the sidewalk but in a hospital bed.

"No, no, no. I can't be here!" I panicked, pushing myself up off the bed, ignoring the throbbing in my head.

I yelped in pain once I got off the bed, looking down at my hand. It was gushing blood. I ripped my ivy out.

"Shit!" I covered it with my free hand, but that wasn't doing much.

I hobbled out of the room and into the hall, bleeding all over the floor.

"Oh my goodness! Sir, you shouldn't be out of bed!" A nurse shouted, running towards me.

She stopped at a cart with medical supplies, grabbing gauze of some kind and quickly placing it on the top of the open wound.

"I need to go! I can't be here, I have to save him!"

"Save who? Who needs saving, dear? Please explain what is going on and I can do my best to help you." She said calmly.

"My-My boyfriend! They took him! Police, I need to call the police! I need my cellphone!" I said frantically.

"Shh, just relax. It's alright. We weren't sure what had happened to you, so we have an officer here to ask you some questions. I will take you back to your room and the officer will be in shortly, okay?"

"O-Okay. If he's not here in two minutes I'm leaving. I can't waste any time. I can't let him get hurt again." I cried.

"Hold the gauze on there until I get back, okay?"

I nodded and paced back and forth in my room.

I was just about to leave until a man in a police uniform walked in.

"Oh thank god." I muttered.

"I was assaulted by two men. They took my boyfriend, and I believe his adoptive dad did this, were waiting a court date but it got postponed, he's abused him and had men hurt him sexually. I know he has Oliver and I need to find them. I need detective Andrews. Harper Andrews, that's her name!"

"Woah there, you need to sit down, alright?" The officer caught my wobbling body. It was only then I realized I was dizzy.

"You need to take it easy, Jackson, that's your name right?" I nodded. "You have quite a severe concussion. We don't want you falling and getting another one." The nurse said.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I'd have a thousand more consussions if that meant my boyfriend was safe. We're wasting time sitting here. The longer we take, the higher chance of him getting assaulted again! I don't know if he can survive that again." My vision blurred from the tears welling in my eyes. 

"Alright. I will get detective Harper here as soon as possible." He said, exiting the room as he pulled his cellphone from his pocket.

"While we wait, let's stop that bleeding." The nurse spoke softly, placing a new piece of gauze on my hand.

"Thanks."