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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 7, 2014 8:18:47 GMT -5

Post by Jack Lexington on Feb 7, 2014 8:18:47 GMT -5

As soon as the doctor realizes it's not about me but the girl, Kyanite, his expression becomes a little milder. Jeran adds the necessary brotherly concern to make him nod his head.
Another glance at his watch and he confirms. "I have to leave in 45 minutes. Take me to your place and bring me back. I'll grab my bag."
He turns to leave us both standing at the door when he goes to grab a coat and his medical bag.

While we wait I don't dare to look at the dark haired guy, who is probably two or three years older than me. I know how little he thinks of me and that I'm lucky he'll let me come along. I'm too preoccupied thinking about how badly Kyanite might be doing anyway and how she will react to me.

Fifteen minutes later we arrive at their place. Dr. Knowles has kept his mouth shut about our visit last time but he does have a remark about Jeran's driving.
"Your sister must be very sick if you drive like this, young man."

At the door I get an uneasy feeling while looking around on the porch. Apparently Ky just sat out here the other day, shaking and freezing thanks to what I've done to her. My face doesn't reveal anything but I feel true remorse. She's been nothing but good to me and got pushed away in return. No matter what my reasoning behind it was, it hurt her.

The insecurity I'm feeling becomes almost too much to handle. Will she wake up, is her father home, what will the doctor say? Is she going to hate me forever.
Instead of following the doctor and Jeran into the house I stand there frozen, gripping my crutch until my knuckles turn white.
"Shit." I mutter under my breath but finally take that necessary step inside.

"Is she upstairs?" I wonder because that's where her brother leads the doctor. I've never been to her room but assume that it is on the first floor, which will be a pain in the ass to climb. Yet I grit my teeth and make my way up there.

The doctor and Jeran are already inside one of the rooms but for some reason I can't get myself to enter as well. My chest is way too tight to face her right now. I just want to turn around and leave. Why put myself through this? She doesn't want me here most likely, nor do I want to see what I did to her.

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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 8, 2014 4:01:11 GMT -5

Post by * on Feb 8, 2014 4:01:11 GMT -5

Whatever it was that I said to him, makes him nod his head, agreeing to see Kya as soon as possible. The only thing is that I will have to drive him to my place and take him back. Once again, leaving Kya there all by herself while she's in this kind of condition. I can only hope to get back to the house and check on her. Even minutes can make a difference and I can already feel my fingers flexing and relaxing when the doctor tells me that he's going to go and grab his bag. I look over at Matthew for a moment noticing as how he don't dare glance in my direction while I'm clinching my teeth together, strengthening the jawline enough to make it seem hard well defined. I know he can see me out of his periphereal vision and I can only wonder what's going through his mind. I will have to thank him one day for having this man so handy, but to do it now? Forget it! He's only slowly making up for it little by little.

There's hardly any time to waste once we settle all three of us in the truck and I'm speeding off down the road as I keep my eyes clearly on the path that I need to be taking. Even when the doctor comments on how sick Kya must be in order for me to be driving this way, I assume my speed is the factor, I merely keep quiet. Conversations aren't my best suit right now but I know I owe this man a lot just from him coming with me. So, after a moment, I nod my head.

"Her fever is what concerns me. She won't stir at all." I give him just a bit of information that I gave to Matthew not long ago before I let him tag along in this little brigade. The man is quiet though and the moment I pull into the driveway, I leave the door open for the doctor to get out and help him accordingly and lead him to the house. I leave Matthew in my wake, not even caring to turn around to see if he's following or not. He's the least of my worries right now. Up on the steps, and through the front door, I immediately look to see if Kya might be up walking around, but she's not. The house is quiet except for a coughing that echoes from the upstairs. I shake my head and turn to Dr. Knowles.

"Her room's up the stairs." I lead the way, but hold off to help the old man if he needs to be helped. He's doign me a great survice and I'd feel even worse if wasn't able to make it up the stairs but halfway, though the old man's got enough spunk to suit him well enough. At the landing, I take the lead going to Kyanite's room and knocking lightly before opening it only to get a weak cough once again and something similar to a wheeze.

"Kya. The doctor, Dr. Knowles, has come to see you, okay?" I turn on the light and the room instantly floods with a defining brightness. Half of the covers are off of her, one arm hanging over the side of the bed, and with her laying on her stomach, her face is turned toward the door. She looks so pitiful and I reach her side. "Kya? Still feeling bad?" I know that's the worst thing to say, but the way her face is flushed, I can see the fever hasn't gotten anybetter. Not even with the pill I gave her before I left.

I don't even think about it when I bring her arm back up to the comforts of the bed and pull the covers back over her exposed shoulders. I watch her facial expressions closely. Her eyes crack open just enough to see me, a small pull on one side of her lips and then it's gone just like that. Only a moan is left in its wake.

I let the doctor take over though when I step back watching him deal with his instruments. He pulls the small light and opening each eyelid to see her eye's react and then with his stethoscope, I see him place it on her back in a few different spots and a few of those spots he hits more than twice. The same goes for the front of her chest to get nearer to her heart. After what seems like forever, he wraps the stethoscope around his neck then pulls out a thermometer to get her temperature. At this point, I can't just seem to watch anymore. I walk to the door frame and step outside and look to see that Matthew has stayed. Is there a possibility it was all a mistake? Would he actually care for her? It would be great for it to turn out the way it needs to, but sometimes life just isn't fair. Karma.

I lean against the wall just outside of her room and slide down until my bottom connects with the carpet. I bring one leg up and drap my arm across it just enough to let my wrist dangle freely and my fingers each move in unison to clinch into a tight ball a few times.

"She's gotta be alright." Is all I can mutter for now.

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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 8, 2014 6:24:13 GMT -5

Post by Jack Lexington on Feb 8, 2014 6:24:13 GMT -5

to stand outside her room while the doctor and her brother are inside leaves me with so much insecurity that it's no easier than actually going inside to face what I've done.
I'm truly terrified though. Stepping out into the sands of the arena was no harder than this. On the contrary.

Her brother comes back into the hallway after a few moments but his reaction to what's been happening inside is worse than I imagined. He doesn't talk, just slides down the wall in dispair. This is gut wrenching.
"She's gotta be alright." I hear him say while I look at him guilt striken.

Finally being outside becomes so bad that I get over my inhibitions and limp towards her room, then carefull step inside. At first I don't dare to look but a moment later my eyes flicker up to see her on the bed. She's on her side now with her flushed face towards the wall. Even from here I can see that she's burning up because of the dampness of her hair and color of her skin.
Her eyes are closed thank goodness so she can't see me clinging to the wall trying to stay out of the doctors way.

He turns to me to give me a concerned look, which makes my chest tighten.
Then he steps outside to get Jeran back in the room.
I can't describe the way I feel while I see her there, so sick and everybody truly on edge because of her health. Now I feel the weight, the seriousness of it all.

They return and soon we find out what's the matter with her.
"Good thing you're taking this serious. Her breathing doesn't sound good. I think she's got pneumonia. You should take her in to get an x-ray done."
For a moment I'm not sure what to make of this. Pneumonia doesn't sound good though. I think I'd rather deal with a broken arm than lung problems.
While the two men are still talking I slowly move over to her bedside and look down on her. I don't dare to touch her, nor can I bend my leg enough to kneel down to her eye level.
So it leaves me to only mutter. "I'm sorry, Ky." Carefully I watch the pained expression on her sleeping features. Today those words left my lips so easily.

The urge to touch her becomes too strong so I extend my hand to run it over the side of her head no matter what her brother will do.
Then I step back.

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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 8, 2014 18:34:16 GMT -5

Post by * on Feb 8, 2014 18:34:16 GMT -5

So much going on through my head right now concerning my sister, I've barely noticed that Matthew has started inching his way to her door. Instead, my vision is placed downward to the ground, staring at the my shoes. Whole thoughts of what to do if it's not as bad as I made it seem comes out or if it's worse than that. Also about the situation if it was dire enough to call for the emergency vehichle to transport her to the hospital. There's nothing more I can do than run my hand through my hair, roughing it up a few times, back and forth, to try to rid myself some of these confusing thoughts. Another thing that crosses my mind is dad. He would have to know if she was having to be taken to the hospital and be made to stay, so I know I'm going to push to get her to come back home tonight despite what they say, as long as she isn't in jeopardy. I can handle a few hours there with her while they do their thing, but to leave her there, dad would have to be called and I'm not about to do that to Kya. He will pull her out of there before they do what they need. Right now, I'll just take care of her.

"Jeran?" I hear the doctors voice call out my name when he exits Kya's room and I immediately stand, shoving my hands in my back pockets and staring at the man as if I've seen a ghost. He looks somewhat concerned as he rubs the bridge of his nose and squints his eyes. He then motions for me to come back inside of Kya's room and I follow diligently. The first thing I see is Matthew just standing there with his eyes fixed upon my sister, but there's still that lingering bout of hatred for him. No matter what happens, I know I'll always blame him for what he's done to her, but right now, he's done nothing wrong yet.

The doctors voice comes out with her possible diagnosis of having pneumonia and the thought of that makes my blood run cold. I know she's probably in pain right now and by the way the doctor says that her breathings not the best, it makes me feel worse for wanting to hunt down Matthew instead of just taking her to the hospital instead. I should have went with my instincts and did that first, but I didn't. I let my anger take control of me, but at least MAtthew knows where I stand in my sister's life. Even now, it's her that takes priority.

"I would suggest you take her to the hospital and get her checked in. Send them with my referral. They should start her on an I.V and give her an antibiotic but you don't need to wait much longer. It's not life threatening, but with everything going on, I would definately get her there as soon as you can." I keep nodding to the man as he tells me what they're going to be doing for her and I glance over to see Matthew standing near her bed, his mouth moves just a little bit like he's saying something to her then he reaches out to touch her. I clamp my mouth shut while the doctor is here with me, but there' something about it I don't like. I can't figure out why I feel this way toward him. The feeling must be mutual though cause I can even see the pained expression on Kya's face when he does it. Only, instead of moving away from his hand, she moves her head closer to his hand, even in her fevered slumber. I'm fuming once again.

I hate this guy.

"Alright. I'll get her there as soon as I can. Let me get you and Matthew back to town then I'll come back to get her and I'll take her." I tell Dr. Knowles and I try to formulate a plan in my head of how this is going to work. The only thing I'm dreading is leaving Kya here by herself again with her being so ill. I don't want to leave her again, but Dr. Knowles already told me that I needed to get him back to his place to leave. I roughly run my fingers through my hair again and down to the bottom of my chin. "I'll go start the car. Come on MAtthew."

Maybe it's the protective big brother voice coming out that I suddenly notice, but I can feel this emotion lingering that I don't want MAtthew to stay around her, though for some reason, I feel as if he would stay with her if I asked. Too bad I don't like asking. Instead, I stand at the door staring at him as the Doctor has already made it to the stairs. "Let's go!" My voice is anything but pleasant.

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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 8, 2014 18:46:54 GMT -5

Post by Jack Lexington on Feb 8, 2014 18:46:54 GMT -5

I'm not sure what exactly pneumonia means but the way the doctor is talking about getting her to the hospital makes me feel it's pretty serious. Haven't we been to the hospital enough lately? I hate that place and I know she does, too but right now it seems like the safest option.

I feel her head move a little when I touch her as if she was following my hand. But she's so feverish and has her eyes closed she can't know I'm here.

Dr. Knowles suggest driving her there asap so Jeran agrees to is after taking us back into town. The last thing I want is to be taken back right now. I want to know what's going on with her. I need to do something if this is my fault.

So when he urges me to follow the doctor out the door I don't move. At least not my feet, just my head. "Who's going to stay with her?"
Jeran's not going to like this I know.
Again he demands. "Let's go!"
But I refuse. If I go now he'll never let me come back to her, I fear.
"I'm going to stay here with her in case something happens. It's the least I can do. I don't need a ride back home."
By now I'm determined to stay but not at all costs. If Jeran insists that I leave I will. I don't want him to deny me the right to see her all together.

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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 8, 2014 22:16:59 GMT -5

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He's refusing my demands for him to come. Not once, but twice now. He stands by Kya's bed like he owns her in a form, asking who will watch over her while we're gone then telling me he was going to stay with her just in case something happens. I look down at the stairs and see that the doctor is already waiting on the ground floor when I walk back into the room and get straight up in his face again. This time, there is no pointing of fingers or harsh voice. What's left over is this whispered tone but it's declarative.

"As soon as I get back, your gone. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for her because she's worth more to me than you ever will and she's the one who didn't want me to kill you earlier, so don't make me regret it." I pass Matthew up to go near Kya's bed, staring down at her damp forehead. The fever is causing her to shiver yet the sweat beads that decorate her forehead is clearly evident that her body is forcing two ways of dealing with being sick. I take my leave the room for a few moments and come back with a cold, damp washcloth and bend down beside of the bed, sitting on my knees. The cloth in my hands is fresh with the coldest water that came from the faucet. The moment I lay it on her forehead, she elicites a moan and begins to move, her eyes opening just enough that she see's me.

"Jeran...? My head hurts." I hear her say in a whispered tone and she takes a few shallow breaths. I swear, I can't take much more of this. She grimaces with every intake of air she can and moves from her side, rolling over closer to me. She moves her hand up slowly toward her face, her fingers gracing the washcloth but then lets her hand drop from there weakly. Her half closed eyes still linger on mine for the longest time before I place my hand on her shoulder.

"I'll be back shortly. Stay in bed, you hear me? That's a direct order." I tell her, and watch as a faint smile comes across her lips before she brings her hand up to cover a weak cough. The washcloth on her forehead moves just slightly, so I reach up to readjust it only to feel already the heat that has soaked up into it. I turn it over and lay it back down on her forehead, pull the covers up to her neck and touch her cheek. "Sleep, Kya."

I get up and walk directly back over to Matthew, this time I know my stare is harsh once again. This is everything I'm giving up right now. Against everything in my gut telling me not to leave him here with her; afraid he'll say something to hurt her again, I give in.

"Take care of her Matthew. Please. She's all I got. She's the only thing left in my life that matters to me." I look to Kya again, whose closed her eyes once again, but seems to mumble something when I said the name Matthew. Time is wasting, so I turn away and leave moments later, the door slamming on my way out and my engine roars to life. The only thing I see is the house in my rearview mirror.

"I hope I'm not making a mistake."

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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 9, 2014 3:06:25 GMT -5

Post by Jack Lexington on Feb 9, 2014 3:06:25 GMT -5

Each time her brother looks at me I can feel his hate towards me. Weäll never be friends. Thats for sure. But I don't care.
I watch how lovingly he places a wet cloth on her forehead and the tone of his voice changes when he adresses her. I don't think I've ever spoken this softly to her or anyone else for that matter. Jeran seems to have a soft side inside of him that I'm lacking.
She briefly closes her eyes. Oh how do I hope she won't notice me. I practically melt to the wall.

On his way out Jeran warns me once more. "Take care of her Matthew. Please. She's all I got. She's the only thing left in my life that matters to me."
So I nod. "I will."

Then he's gone and I'm left alone in Ky's room with her. For a moment I don't dare to move hoping she'll go back to sleep. I let my eyes wander around her furniture and some scattered clothes on the floor. There's her jacket that she wore when she came to look for me.

Suddenly Kyanite moves a little and the cloth drops to the floor next to her bed.
I look at it and finally decide to move. It's difficult to pick it up from the floor because I can't bend my leg and my left hands dexteriority is shut.
Right there it hits me once again. I lost the fight, I'm partly crippled. Why would this beautiful girl want me? What does she see in me that I can't?
I sigh and leave the cloth on the floor but instead search for the bathroom and use a hand towel, that I run some icy water over, instead.

Back in her room I carefully lower myself onto the edge of her bed and then touch her arm. "Watch out. It's cold." I warn her before I place the wet, cold towel on her forehead. I used great care but the cold makes her flinch.
So I gently run my hand over the top of her head just like you would with a small child and try to soothe her. "Shhhh, it's okay, Ky. You're going to be okay."
I don't feel the reassurance I'm trying to give her but what should I say. 'This doesn't look good?'

At the other end of the town Dr. Knowles climbs out of Jeran truck and gives him a smile. "Make sure to get her to the hospital today. This is not one of those things you kids should be hiding." He underlines it by a nod of his head.
"Matthew usually pays cash. Do you want a bill? Oh and your sister gave me too much last time. I'll just deduct that."
From his pocket he retrieves his keys and goes to unlock his door in a hurry.

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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 9, 2014 6:32:57 GMT -5

Post by * on Feb 9, 2014 6:32:57 GMT -5

It's all a complete haze. Everything going on just feels like this bad dream mixed in with tidbits of real life. The little things like voices that comes to my ears. I hear things in a sort of echoing fashion. Even when I move, I feel like this isn't my body. I was fine yesterday. I was completely able to move around with little pain, and my chest didn't hurt this much to breath. What's going on with me? I try to open my eyes several time, but each time, I'm forced to close them again and drift off into this half unconscious state. I can't move my arms much let alone my entire body. I just feel so weak but I do try to sit up, but I fail miserablly. Instead of sitting up, I feel my arm dangling down from the side of the bed, but my eyes focus on the door of my room. Where is Jeran? Where is dad? Did they really just leave me alone? What if I don't wake up next time. What if this is a repeat of mom, only I have no one to hold my hand. I don't want that to happen.

I feel like crying again, upset about the whole situation, but one more second of staring at that door frame, wishing for someone to come through it, I drift off into an unwelcomed sleep. Nightmares invade my mind each time but mostly ones that involve me being cut by Mark. The blade that comes near my face every time, making fire shoot through my face and even one where I witness Matthew and Mark fighting again, but never getting to Matthew in time to help. What wakes me up is the tickle in my throat and I cough, then it seems to take me a few seconds to catch my breath after that. Then there's some noise and in that noise, I recognize Jeran's voice among them.

"Dr. Knowles..." I hear him say and I immediately feel scared for some reason. Why is he here? Why would Jeran be bringing the doctor here that has stitched up my head and given me a warm blanket? How would he even know of him since he's suppose to be retired? Matthew? Just thinking of him makes me want to go back into the dark place of my mind and not wake up. He's the last person I want to see right now. Not after the way he treated me and talked to me. Not after he broke up with me. I move my head slightly but the doctor can't notice it. I'm too far under to really participate in this converstion. He takes his stethoscope and listens to my heartbeating so rapidly and then to my quick, shallow breaths. I open my eyes just enough to see the kind features on his face before he gives me a small smile. I drift off again, listening to only echoes.

Hospital. I.V. Life threatening. As soon as you can. Seperate words and sentences flood my mind, terrifying me. Am I really that bad off? Did I really make it worse by pretending to be well enough to go see Gala yesterday? Did I pass off my own health because of Matthew?

"I'm sorry, Ky."

Matthew? Can that be your voice? Are you here? Why? I thought you didn't care about me? Then something touches my face and I graviate towards the chilling fingers. They feel so good. Anything that wants to take away the everlasting heat, is welcomed though the fingers disappear shortly after, leaving me wanting more. Instead, I hear Jeran voice demanding for someone to go. Could it be Matthew who is here as well? If so, why would Jeran let him in? I'll hurt him for that.

Suddenly, I feel nothing but freezing, making my body start to shiver. My fingers grab onto the sheets trying to pull them up further, but there's nothing more I can do and I just go limp. I'm too tired for this. Then Jeran's voice whispers to me that he'll be back and I try to shake my head, but something cold is placed on my forehead. I don't want you to go. Don't leave me. I grimace and after hearing him tell me to sleep, I obey. My mind draws a blank.

"Watch out, It's cold.

"Hmm?" I mumble out when the voice brings me out of my short sleep. Once again, something cold is pressed against my head and I want to push away from the cold cause I feel it making me shiver again. Though, a voice, a moment later, is telling that I'm going to be alright. It's 'his' voice I hear, but It's not in a reassuring tone as it has been that one time when the doctor was stitching up my head. This time it sounds fake. It sounds like 'him'. Like he's only saying it to make me cooperate with him.

"No..." I whisper out, moving my head back just slightly but stop when the headache intensifies. Instead, I just lay there. This has to be just a dream. A nightmare. Matthew wouldn't be here. Matthew don't care. When will this nightmare end? Matthew can't be here. Sleep once again draws me under.

My driving has completely changed from the last time, I drove the doctor to my house. I'm still worried and upset about my sister being sick, but when he said it wasn't lift threatening, I can tell that my reactions are a little less eratic. The wheels on my truck are no where near as fast, but the rush is still there. When I reach the Doctor's house again, he tells me to make sure to get her to the hospital today and that it's not something to be hiding. My head is already showing off something in confusion.

"I'm not planning on hiding this. I'm not sure what you mean." Though, the doctor takes his leave from the truck and I go around to meet with him.

"Matthew usually pays cash. Do you want a bill..." Complete and utter confusion about what he's talking about. My sister paid too much? What the hell is going on? What has happened for her to go see him and pay him under the table? Automatically, I reserve that portion of the converstaion in my mind when he digs the keys from his pocket and goes to the front door.

"Send me the bill." I shout at him and then take to my truck again, spinning my tired on the wet snow in order to gain traction again and take off toward the house.

Once there, I leave the truck running, going inside, making no time to take the stairs one at a time. At Kya's door, I linger there, watching Matthew for a few moments sitting on the side of her bed. Did he not hear me come in or is he so absorbed in feeling horrible that he didn't notice? I clear my throat.

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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 9, 2014 7:43:44 GMT -5

Post by Jack Lexington on Feb 9, 2014 7:43:44 GMT -5

Whether Kyanite knows that I'm here or not, I'm not sure. She does briefly open her eyes but they don't look clear and brown like usually but unfocussed and glaced over. I feel weird tingling sensation in my hands. To see her like this actually provokes a physical reaction of insecurity.
When I place the damp cloth on her face she tries to fend my hand off "No." but I place it back on her forehead and hold it there.
I truly hate seeing her like this and to think that it's at least partly my fault makes me want to personally carry her to the hospital. If only I could.

For a while I sit there not knowing what to do. I want to take her hand and rub it, maybe even place a kiss on her cheek but I'm sure the girl wouldn't appreciate it. I can't believe that I sent her away by telling her I didn't want her company. Now that I sit here at her bedside I want nothing more. I want to crawl under the covers with her and hug her and stop her from shaking. But none of that would be appreciated. I have to keep my distance. How weird how relationships work.
After a long while I scoot a little closer to her head and whisper. "I'm not sure whether you can hear me. I don't know if this is my fault. I guess it is because I told you I didn't want your company. Ky, can you hear me?" I get no response. In the safety of her mental absence I come to a conclusion.
"I was an ass but it was just because I figured you'd deserve somebody better. A true winner, you know. I can't give you all the stuff that a girl like you truly deserves but I really didn't want you to..." Yeah what? be upset? Heartbroken? Sick.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could make you happy."
That's when I get up. One day I'll actually have to say these words to her face but it was easier this way. Now I can only hope she'll be kay.

Not too long after Jeran return and simply lifts her off her bed with the blanket.
I jump when he clears his throat behind me but unfortunately I can't help him carry her. So I follow him down the stairs as quickly as I can and watch him load her in the truck. Before he can leave I briefly hold him by his arm.
"Wait. I know you don't like me but...can you please let me know how she's doing?"
Out here in the snow I quickly get reminded how she could get this bad this quickly. the temperatures have to be well below O and the wind adds a nasty chill.
I draw my jacket closer around my beaten body and plead with him.
"I've hurt her, I know. I deserve whatever resentment you feel but ..." I gasp searching for the right words. "Just don't shut me out."

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Don't mess with her //Jack(Matthew) Feb 10, 2014 18:49:51 GMT -5

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I can honestly say that without the doctor in the truck with me and the absence of anyone else, I've returned back to my speeding habits. Even on the snowy roads, I feel nothing right now. Wrong. I feel everything hitting me. Everything that has happened today is starting to come back to me from the moment I went inside Kya's room to check on her and finding her worse off than the day before to right now when I'm mentally cursing myself for actually leaving Kya with that jerk! The steering wheel seems to get a lot of my frustrations today as I smash my fist into once again. "DAMN IT..."

I stare off into the distance the closer I get to home and keep thinking about why I actually left Matthew there with Kya. Could I really trust that guy? I can understand him feeling bad for what he did to her and everything, but he's only shown me two reasons why I'm glad I didn't beat him down when I had the chance. Number one, he suggested doctor Knowles. Number two, he stayed with Kya. More and more, I begin to dislike this guy no matter how he has tried to make up for it. I also begin to wonder if he's doing it because I laid into him pretty harshly this morning.

"I'm coming, Kya. I'll be there soon." I find myself mumbling out as I take the next turn too sharply, resulting in my back tires sliding a little. With only a mere turn of the wheel, the truck gets back into line of the road and I find myself back in the driveway of our house. Upstairs, I take no time at all to scoop Kya up into my arms, taking the blanket along with me. Her eyes barely open when I stop in the door way and clear my throat for Matthew to follow. Soon enough, I've made it downstairs and her eyes have closed again, but her face shows that whatever is going on with her health wise isn't making it easy on her. I stare back at Matthew.

"Get the door." I tell him and go to the truck, lifting the handle to the door with a little difficulty until my fingers grasp the button and it opens. I sit Kya in the truck, leaning her against the back of the seat and buckling her up before I turn to meet with Matthew grabbing my arm. I instantly jerk it back but I hold my temper for the moment.

"What?" My words are automatically shut off by him saying the obvious. You're right. I don't like you. There's little, to no chance that it will change either. You've dug yourself into a deep hole and you can't get out no matter how much dirt you dig to try to get out. You will always find yourself stranded. I pretend I'm listening, while my gaze goes to my sister and I close the door because she's starting to shiver from the cold air.

"I've hurt her, I know. I deserve whatever resentment you feel but... just don't shut me out." I've somewhat listened to him. Heard what he has to say, but to actually do what he is begging for me to do? I doubt it. Though, he don't need to know that just yet. For the moment, hope is all he has and I'd hate to crush it like he crushed my sister. I'm nice in that aspect, though he deserves nothing of the sort. I nod my head, giving no verbal commands and turn from him and get in the truck. I jerk the truck into reverse and take it easy with my precious cargo. It's not my life anymore in the truck I have to worry about. Gently, I easy my gas petal to the floor and take off down the road.

The hospital waiting room is the horrible part of this trip. I hate it. The people around keep staring at me for tapping my foot, but there's simply nothing else to do. They'd asked me to step outside while they did the exam, got her into a dressing gown for some treatments and xrays and did the I.V. I know, I need to call dad, but I'll give a little while cause with him being here, I know she'll receive less treatment then what's needed. Right now, she's being treated like a queen. My watch clicks down to an hour that I've been waiting out here and just as my eyes begin to droop from boredom, I hear the nurses voice.

"Anyone here for Kyanite Ruze?"

I raise my hand up just a bit and push myself off the chair and meet with the nurse who takes me behind the doors to the hospital rooms. Her voice is so sweet, and small as she tries to tell me what's going on with Kya.

"...we've already done the I.v and we're giving her an antibiotic treatment right now through that. Her xrays just got back and the pneumonia that's set into her lungs is a little worrisome, but we're going to send her home in a little while with some more antibiotics and some pain medication that will help her sleep easier and it has something for the fever in it, too. She was also dehydrated but we're taking care of that right now, as well. I would give it a couple of hours before she's ready to go back home. The nurse at the discharge counter will have all of her directions written up by then."

"Thank you, nurse." My voice sounds releived, and she pats me on the arm as she takes me into the room where Kyanite is. She leaves me alone at the door, and I press open the half closed door and enter into the darkened room. I click one of the lights on, dimly lighting the room as I see the machines by her bedside and the unmoving form that's covered up by the blanket. "Kya?"

She mumbles something incoherent at first, but I pull the doctors chair just beside her bed and sit. She opens her eyes fully this time, for some reason she seems to be waking up finally from that fevered sleep. Must be something in the I.V. I conclude and reach for her hand to cover it with mine. There's not many times that I've had to measure our hands and the last time I remember was years ago. Now, it seems so weird that her hand is tiny compared to mine. Mine are bulky and long, while hers is thin. I shake my head, and chuckle slightly.

"Hmm?" She whispers out and blinks several times, bringing a hand up to her eyes and rubs them. "What... what's so funny?"

"Your hand is tiny." I plainly state and pat her hand before pulling mine away from her. She still looks so helpless but in the last hour and a half that she's been back here, she already seems to be improving, but just slightly. Her face is still flushed, though. Bringing my hand up, I let it linger on her forehead for a moment. "You've still got a fever, you bugger."

Teasing her seems to bring a slight smile to her face but it don't last long when her eyes close and she takes a deep breath but coughs. A deep wheeze follows right after that and she moans.

"I miss him..." My eyes grow big as I start shaking my head. I don't want her thinking of 'him' while she's in the hospital.

"Why? He hurt you. He broke up with you. You wouldn't even be in here if it wasn't for him." I argue with her but she shakes her head.

"I still miss him... I know... I don't mean anything... to him, but... I don't want to lose him." She states, sending my blood to boiling. How could she miss the jerk who hurt her, then made her sick? Even if he did do me a few favors today. "I saw him at the house... He stayed by my bed. I heard you talking to him. Matthew."

Now is the deciding factor. Do I want her to know that I let him in the house after what he did to her? Do I tell her that he was there?

"No, Kya. He wasn't. You must have been dreaming. You've been mumbling about a lot." I try to convince her, but she's perplexed. She don't seem to understand why her visions weren't true.

"Dr. Knowles came... he seen me. I remember that... only Matthew knows about him. He had to have been there. Where is he? Where is Matthew?" I shake my head vigorously to her over reacting. The guy isn't even here and he's aready upsetting her again.

"I met Matthew in town this morning. He told me about him. Kyanite, you need to sleep while you've got these medicines running through you. You'll go home soon enough, sis. Sleep!" I tell her, and she closes her eyes. Did I do the wrong thing? Maybe. Do I care? No. Matthew Dunham will not see her if I have anything to do with it.