Resolution (Saviour #2)(47)

“Sorry Jem, tell your friend I wish her well.”

I look at Jason, “Please leave.”

He nods, “I’m sorry ‘Ren, I’m sorry for everything and just remember…”

“Just go Jason, just go.”

He walks out of the room and past Jemma, my eyes meet hers and all I can do is shake my head, I pull my knees up and cross my arms over them, resting my head on my cast, “What the f*ck was that, what just happened, were you kissing Jason?”

“What? No, he kissed me; I was trying to prove a point. I just needed him to feel that there’s nothing there for me anymore, I need him to finally get it’s over and then Gabe walked in, I was just trying to calm it down and Gabe thought I was taking Jay’s side and wanting him to stay and stormed off…Fucking hell Jem, could my life get any worse?”

“Well yeah actually, your mother arrives tomorrow, that will send your blood pressure soaring.”

I drop my arms to my side and look up at the ceiling, f*ck, shit, f*cking shit bollocks, I am so pissed off, and I can’t even cry I’m so angry. I look across at Jemma.

“What did you bring me, something better than this I hope?” I pull at the hospital gown, I’m so sick of trying to keep my arse covered; I want my jarmies or at least some knickers.

“Jo’s on her way up, she’s been to Peter Alexander and treated you to something nice, want me to help you shower or are you okay? Good to see you awake by the way, you scared me to f*cking death.”

She bursts into tears before she finishes speaking and throws herself at me, making me cry too. By the time Jo comes through the door, we are lying in my bed, eating the Ferrero Rocher that someone has left for me and crying between mouthfuls of chocolate.

“Oh God, what are you doing? You pair of pussies, you promised me you wouldn’t cry Jem, think of her blood pressure, Gabe said she shouldn’t be getting upset”

“Fuck off Jo, its Gabe that’s upset her, not me.”

We spend the rest of the evening talking girl talk, Jo doing most of the talking, filling us in on the amazing sexploits she is enjoying with Jake; it would appear he is as kinky as she is.

“Aside from the sex, how’s it going?” I ask her; she looks from me to Jemma and shrugs.

“Josephine Elizabeth Myer. No way, you like him, don’t you? Wow, I’m shocked.”

She shrugs again. “Look, he might not be Mr Right but he is definitely Mr Right Now and we are both enjoying the ride.”

“Have you got a picture, I want to see what this man looks like who’s stolen my friend away and swapped her for someone…well someone else, someone who’s not a complete commitment-phobe,” Jemma makes a grab for Jo’s phone but she snatches it away and she actually blushes.

“I have pics, but none that I can show you, they’re a bit, well, they’re all a bit naked.”

We all scream and giggle like school girls, Jemma and I both begging Jo to show us the aforementioned photo’s, she eventually relents, and we scream some more.

By the time the girls leave, I am showered, my hair has been washed, dried and GHD’d to within an inch of its life and I am sitting in my bed in my sexy new PJ’s. I check my phone that Jo dropped off and read all of the lovely messages left by friends and family whilst I have been unwell. I call Gabe’s number, it’s getting late and visiting will end soon and I want to see him and explain what was going on with Jay when he walked in earlier, I have a horrible feeling gnawing away in the pit of my stomach, he is under enough stress, I really don’t want him upset anymore, it goes straight to voicemail, which if he is still with Ava is understandable, I send him a text asking how Ava is doing and if he will be back here tonight, I get no reply.

The girls bought me a gourmet burger earlier so I send my evening meal away when it arrives later; I have a bit of a headache and am feeling quiet tired after my eventful day. Andrea must have gone home as a different nurse, Megan, comes to take my blood pressure and the rest of my observations.

“Well your BP is coming down nicely, how’s your head feeling?”

“Actually it aches a little bit, can I have something for it please?”

“Yep, no worries, Dr Anderson has said you can have a valium if you feel the need, it might help relax you and help you sleep, it’s up to you?”

“Sounds perfect, I will take whatever is on offer.”

By the time the drugs kick in Gabe’s still not arrived, nor has he returned my call or replied to my text and I’m suddenly feeling tearful and just a little bit alone as I drift off to sleep.





CHAPTER 15





“I’m telling you now, if you take them, I will call the nurse and tell her what you have done.”

“Oh shut up, look, there’s loads, they won’t miss them and I might have some of them wipes as well, you can’t buy surgical spirit here you know, so them wipes are good, or Germoline, can’t buy Germoline either.”

“God, Germoline, the pink stuff right? I remember that, anyway, you’re still not nicking the gloves, or the wipes put them back, Lauren will go mad.”

“I can hear you know. Whatever you’re thieving mother, put it back.”

I open my eyes to my Mum and my sister arguing and my Mum emptying my room’s medical supplies into her handbag.