-Jake's POV-
“Someone page Doctor Rene, stat!” A nurse yelled to a few by standard employee’s."
“Bree, I’m so sorry.” I gripped her hand, squeezing my eyes shut tightly to avoid the tears.
“Can any of you tell me what happened to her?” The nurse asked, observing Bree’s shattered leg.
“S-she was on the jetski.” I muttered. “And we were about to hit a tree, so I pulled her off, and she hit the prop, and, and.”
I broke down, how could I have been so stupid? I could have just pulled her off a little further to the left, and we wouldn’t be in this situation.
“Hey, this isn’t your fault.” The nurse comforted me, patting me softly on the back. “The way I see it, you may have saved her life. Do you know what could’ve happened if she hit that tree?”
“Well, n-“
“She could’ve died.” The nurse cut me off. “But you saved her. And now, with the proper treatment, she’ll be fine again in no time.”
“Bring her in!” A doctor yelled anxiously.
Bree’s hand released from mine, and a few of the hospital employees cautiously rushed her to the operating room.
I sat down in one of the waiting room chairs, burrying my face into my hands.
-2 HOURS LATER-
-Bree’s POV-
“Where am I?” I asked tiredly, slowly opening my eyes.
I instantly felt a throbbing pain in my right leg, causing me to scream.
“Bree, calm down. You’re going to be fine. We just finished stitching up your leg, so it’s going to hurt a little.” A nurse explained to me.
As I reached to grasp my leg, but the nurse’s hand quickly restrained me from doing so.
“That’s another thing.” She added. “Don’t touch it, we wouldn’t want the stitches coming open.”
I rolled my eyes, resting my head back on my pillow.
“What exactly happened to me? I mean, how did I get here?” I asked curiously.
The nurse examined her clip board, looking for some type of identification.
“Well.” She started. “It says here that a man named Jake Taylor brought you in. Do you know him?”
I paused for a second, suddenly remembering everything that had gone down. The jet ski, the tree, Jake yelling. I should have listened when he told me to slow down.
“Y-yes.” I said reluctantly. “I know him.”
“Excuse me, nurse?” A lady poked her head through the door to my room. “Is she ready for visitors?”
The nurse looked at me with wondrous eyes. I nodded my head slightly, letting her know I was ready. The woman then left the room, and shortly after, I was greeted by all of my friends.
Everyone gave me hugs, telling me they were so scared, and glad that I was going to be okay, except Jake. He approached me slowly, with pain filled eyes.
“Bree..” He whispered, hugging me softly.
"I'm so sorry."
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Girls like me
Teen FictionA story about about a girl called Bree that is in relationship that ends badly so she moves away to her dads for 2 years and Jake finds out why he shouldn't mess with girls like her x
