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Hands to Yourself Pt8

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I tried to make this as medically accurate as possible, so if there’s any mistakes as far as that goes, please forgive me? I don’t think this one is my best work, but I hope you all still enjoy it. Thank you for the love and support you’ve been pouring in thus far, it means the world💖💖 btw, special credit to @gvfpal for a particularly heartbreaking scene🥺

Part 7

Word Count: 10.5k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, Minors DNI. TW!! Trauma/Injuries/Mentions of death.

Jake POV

“Odessa, can you just- I need you to tell me what happened.” You tried to keep yourself calm despite the rising pace of your heart rate. The nurses and doctors wouldn’t let you be with her. You begged and pleaded to just see her, if only for confirmation that she was still alive, still breathing like they said she was, but with no luck, you searched for anything to occupy your mind.

Odessa looked up from the hard plastic chair she was sitting in and wiped her teary eyes. “It all happened too fast, Jake. I-”

“From the beginning.” You cut her off. All you wanted was an understanding of how this happened. “She was supposed to be at your house. Why was she driving in the city? How did Sage even know where she would be?” You watched as she tried to collect herself, taking a few breaths before she could speak.

She dug her hands into her eyes as she started a play by play, “We were just looking for a movie to watch and talking about her ring, the proposal. I asked why you guys left the bar in such a rush and s-she showed me the text from Sage and…” She paused, stuttering through her words, “Y/N just wanted a chance to talk to her, face to face, so I asked Sage to come over and I was gonna have her t-take a pregnancy test. Then Y/N…she- well I-” Odessa pushed her hands into her hair, attempting to stifle her sobs. You knew she was having a hard time.

You took a seat beside her, rubbing your hand down her back, “Dess, I’m sure this has gotta be hard for you, but whatever you’re feeling… just know that I’m feeling it a million times worse. I need to know how this happened. Just take your time, take a few breaths and tell me. Please.” She nodded as tears continued to slide her puffy cheeks.

After a minute or so, she was composed enough to continue, “I asked her if she was pregnant, it was just as a joke, but then she kind of freaked out…”

“Wha- wait, why did she freak out?”

Odessa gave you a sympathetic look, “She was scared at how you’d react… Scared that you wouldn’t want her anymore.” You looked away from her, you’re conversation with Y/N from earlier coming back. Had you really reacted so terribly that she was afraid to even bring up the possibility to you? She kept speaking, unaware of your internal turmoil. “I had her take a test and then Sage showed up and it just turned into a blowout. Y/N showed her the positive test and she- Jake, she’s so obsessed with you that she refused to believe it, said it was probably Sam’s…Things got a little physical and then Sage left and everything calmed down after a bit.”

You stared at her for a moment, waiting for her to finish but she was looking around as if she was putting pieces together. “Okay, but then Y/N left? Why did she leave?” It didn’t make sense. If she was on her way home, she wouldn’t have been that far into the city.

“Uhh…” Odessa shook her head as though she was trying to wrangle a herd of scrambled thoughts. “She went to get her phone to see if you’d called but when she came back downstairs… She was panicky? I came out of the kitchen and she was rushing to put her shoes on to leave, said that the garage was on fire and she had to get down there…” She turned to face you with a look that you couldn’t quite decipher. “Now that I think about it… Jake, I drove by the garage on my way here and there was no sign of a fire. No fire trucks or police. Not even a remnant of smoke.”

As you soaked in what she was saying, the realization hit you. This girl was even more diabolical than you thought. Sage knew Y/N was pregnant. Whether she believed it or not, she knew. “Sage fucking set it all up. She’s been stalking her, she knew exactly how to lure Y/N to the garage and the exact route she was gonna take to get there…”

Odessa was finishing your thought before you could, “She wanted her out of the picture… both of them.” She stood up and began rushing away from the area, “I’m gonna be sick…” Danny got up and went after her. You watched them disappear down the hallway before a woman was coming up to you.

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*beep…beep…beep…beep…beep*

The steady blips echoed inside of your head, bouncing around in the fogginess of your consciousness. Wake up. You tried to force your eyes to open, but they felt too heavy. Everything was too heavy. Your body felt like it was weighed down by some invisible force. Were you sleeping? You had to be. Open your eyes. It was almost like you were dreaming but there were no vivid pictures or scenes that you could see, just darkness. What happened? Other sounds began to rise over the beeping but you couldn’t pinpoint what they were. You focused harder through the clouding in your brain. The blips. An EKG? A heart monitor? The air held a vaguely recognizable scent. Sterile, like industrial cleaner and antibacterial hand soap. Am I in the hospital? There were voices surrounding you. You didn’t recognize them, but you tried to listen, only picking up bits and pieces.

“The impact caused… medically induced… matter of patience…”

You can hear him. Jake. He sounds so far away yet so close. “A coma? How long…”

“….Until she’s stable enough… “

It was quiet, only the rhythmic beeps remaining. You were left alone. At least you thought… But then you felt his hand, trembling, but warm and familiar, grasping onto yours. “Baby, I need you to come back to me.” You willed your eyes to open again. I’m here, Jake. I’m with you. You could hear him crying as you screamed at yourself to just wake up. “Please, God. Don’t let it end like this. I need her.” He wasn’t speaking to you anymore. “You leave her alone, I’ll do anything. Just let them stay with me… Please…It’s not her time.” He was praying. I’m not leaving. I’m right here… You tried to squeeze his hand, even just the tiniest bit, to prove it to him, but you remained motionless. It all came back in a frenzy, flashing in freeze frames in your mind. Odessa’s bathroom, the pregnancy test… Sage in the kitchen… The headlights and the intense, shooting pain right before it all went black. A collision. That’s how you ended up in the hospital. But the baby. Was the baby still in there? Is it safe? Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP. The blips were becoming more frequent, speeding up their tempo. It felt like you were in an endless skyfall, plummeting into an abyss. Jake was yelling, he sounded panicked. “Something’s wrong! Somebody help her!”

Another voice, “She’s going into v tach.” Jake was still frantic, but his voice was drifting further away. “Sir, I need you to wait outside, you can’t be in here..”

A woman, “Pushing beta blockers…”

There were more voices, but as your body went calm, so did your consciousness as the bleak darkness swallowed you up.

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Jake POV

Eight minutes. Eight fucking minutes. That was all you got with her before the jagged line that simulated her heart lit up, bouncing around in a berserk fashion. A man was pushing you out of the room, while a woman fed things into her I.V. You tried to fight your way back in, to just hold onto her hand a little longer, but it was no use. You were forced to stand there, watching as they frantically moved around her bed, shouting terms that you didn’t understand. And then they were rolling her out, down the hallway and away from you.

A doctor, the one handling her care, allowed you into her room to see her while he explained the condition she was in. “We ordered an MRI the minute the EMTs brought her in and it did reveal some swelling in the brain. Now, we’ve caught it early enough that we should be able to resolve it without surgery.” You tried to focus on what he was saying but as his lips moved, your eyes stayed trained on her. Laying limp in the bed, wires filtering out of the thin blue hospital gown she was draped in. Of the small bit of her skin that was visible, you could see deep purple bruises and drying blood littering it. She had a few small cuts on her face that you could only assume was from the glass shattering out of the window. “Ms. Y/L/N did suffer a minor fracture to her left arm. We reset the bone and we’ll apply a cast once the swelling is reduced.” He took a second to look down at the tablet in his hand, “There is also a break to her clavicle and a few broken ribs. It’s not ideal, but they don’t require surgery either. The better news is, we don’t believe the impact caused any internal bleeding, we’re not seeing signs of that.” He paused and you finally gave him your full attention as he cleared his throat, “We have placed her in a medically induced coma.” He held his hand up to stop the questions that were about to pour from your mouth. “I know how scary that sounds, but it’s for her own good. Her body will be working overtime to heal itself and it could damage her brain in the process. Keeping her comatose will ensure that doesn’t happen and allow the swelling to go down without a problem. It’s all just a matter of patience, I assure you.”

“You’re forcing her into a coma?” You were shaking your head, unable to wrap your mind around anything. “Wha- How long will she have to stay like that?”

The doctor glanced at her before turning back to you, “It’s unpredictable right now, Mr. Kiszka. We’re going to keep a close eye on her and the edema, but until she’s stable enough, this is the safest option.” He was scanning through his tablet again for a moment, “There is the matter of her pregnancy…”

The baby. Your eyes went wide with panic, “Is it- Did- She didn’t lose-“ Dread consumed you at the worst possibility.

His voice was calm but hesitant as he spoke, “I can assure you, both mom and baby are safe… There is a small risk to the pregnancy with her being comatose, but we will do everything we can to make sure they’re both taken care of.” He dropped his tablet to his side and placed a hand on your shoulder, “A nurse will be in to clean her up in a few minutes. You can stay with her as long as you want. Try talking to her, holding her hand… It’s been proven to bring physical and psychological comfort for patients in a coma and that could be extremely helpful for her healing process.” You watched him leave her room without another word.

Taking his advice, you pulled a chair up to her bed and sat down, grasping her limp hand and speaking to her. You prayed to God for her to come back to you and then you were dragged from the room. Now you were in the waiting area, unable to stand still, unable to form a single thought that didn’t revolve around her. Was she okay? Where did they take her? Nobody was telling you anything, you felt like you were going mad.

“Jake, sit down.” Your little brother had his hand on you, “The pacing isn’t helping anything, man.”

Your head dropped into your hands as he pushed you into an uncomfortable waiting room chair. “I feel like I- I c-can’t br-breathe.” The air was too thick, every choppy inhale felt like sticky tar coating your lungs.

“I think you might be having a panic attack.” Sam sat beside you, rubbing his hand across your back. “Talk to me. What happened, Jake? Is she okay?” He tried to keep his tone even, but you could hear how his voice shook.

“I don’t know.” Your hands slid into your hair, pulling at the strands. “She just started- or- I don’t- They made me leave and th- they wheeled h- her bed out…” This was all so wrong, she doesn’t deserve this.

“She’s gonna be alright, brother.” Danny was holding Odessa against his chest while she cried softly into his shirt. “It’s Y/N. She’s strong, she’ll pull through.” He was trying to be comforting, as usual, but you couldn’t take it anymore, the empty promises that she would be fine. She wasn’t fine. None of this was alright.

“She shouldn’t have to fucking pull through! This shouldn’t-“ You stood up, clenching your fists at your sides. “She should be at home, in our bed. Safe… Not fighting for her life in a fucking hospital bed because of some goddamn psychopath!” Turning back to Danny, you directed your attention at his girlfriend. “Did you know, Odessa?”

She pulled away from Danny to look at you, “Know what?” She sniffled, wiping at her nose.

The anger was bubbling out of you and you let it all loose on her, “Sage is your best friend. You brought her into our lives, introduced her to us.” Your voice was growing louder, “You can’t tell me that you didn’t know what kind of fucking person she was. You knew. You fucking knew and you still let her in…” Her eyes were wide with horror as you dropped your tone to a whisper, gritting your teeth, “Y/N being here…stuck in a fucking coma… This is just as much your fault as it is Sage’s.”

“Jake, cut it the fuck out!” Danny yelled at you now, “We all get that you’re scared and hurting and we might not understand exactly how you’re feeling, but Y/N is important to all of us.” You stared at him, your gaze flicking to Odessa who was now shaking with violent sobs as he held her. “Every one of us is here for her. For you. Don’t place blame where it doesn’t belong, you know who’s responsible for this.” The drummer turned and walked away with his girlfriend before you could say anything.

You wanted to hit your head against a wall for how you’d just acted. Odessa didn’t deserve that and you didn’t mean it, but the weight on your chest was crushing and it felt like the only way to ease the pressure was to release your anxiety. Unfortunately, it came in the form of unkempt rage that you’d unleashed upon Danny’s poor girlfriend. Everything felt like it was imploding and you bent over, placing your hands on your knees, trying to catch a breath.

Josh was coming down the hallway, giving you a look that said he knew you were about to have a meltdown, “I left her brother a voicemail, let him know what’s going on.” He draped his arm around your back, “Come take a walk with me, let’s get some air.” He attempted to pull you away from the waiting area, but you yanked yourself from his hold. “Jake, you need to calm down and take a few minutes… We’ll just go outside and get some fresh air for a bit or we can go down to the cafeteria and grab some coffee.” His hand curled around your wrist but you pried it away.

“I wish people would stop telling me to fucking calm down. None of you get it!” They may have all been scared too, but there was no possible way they could even begin to imagine how hard this was for you. “I’m not leaving. I’m gonna stay planted, right in this fucking waiting room, until somebody tells me that she’s okay…and then I’m gonna be by her side until she wakes up.” Josh opened his mouth to argue, but you stopped him. “If you want to get some air, then go Josh. Take everybody with you, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not going anywhere. Her doctor could come out at any second.” As if on cue, you heard your name being spoken. You turned around, hoping it was the doctor, but you were met by a nurse. The one that came into her room to clean the blood from her body before she was taken away. The woman had a clear plastic bag in her hand and you could see the torn, bloody clothing inside of it.

She held it out to you, “Mr. Kiszka, you are Ms. Y/L/N’s next of kin, correct?”

Your eyes went from her face to the clear bag in her hands as you reached out to take it, “What is this? Why are you giving me this?” You watched as she held up something else, a small, sealed baggie with a large orange label on it. Biohazard. A slight glare caught on the fluorescent lights when you took it from her. “No…” You fought back the bile rising in your throat, looking down at the teardrop diamond in the tiny bag, smeared with deep red streaks. Your mind went to the worst. Why would they give you her things, unless… “This isn’t… She’s not-.” Josh was beside you, taking the bag of her clothing from the nurse while you stood, frozen, staring at the ring. “Please tell me she’s not…” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence as the tears started pooling in your eyes.

The nurse stopped you with a sympathetic look, “She’s not, honey.” Her hand wrapped around your arm, giving a gentle squeeze. “She’s in surgery now, the doctor will be out to talk with you as soon as he’s finished up.” She pulled her hand back before offering a small explanation, “We just figured her things would be safer with family, rather than strewn about her room.”

“Surgery? But she was…” He told you that she didn’t need surgery. Was her condition worse than they thought? Did they miss something? You looked up at her before she could turn to leave, “What happened? They said-”

“After the V tach scare, they ordered a CT scan to make sure they didn’t miss anything…” She paused for a moment, taking a breath, “Mr. Kiszka, her doctor will be out to brief you as soon as possible.”

“But th-“

She cut you off before you could speak, “I’m truly sorry, Mr. Kiszka. That’s all I know right now.”

You stared blankly as she walked off before your eyes fell back to the small bag in your left hand. “Alright, let’s sit down, Jakey.” Josh’s voice broke through, pulling you out of your head, “I’ll send Sammy for some coffee while we wait for the doctor.” He shuffled you back into a chair while he leaned in to talk to your little brother. In a moment, Sam was up and walking towards the elevators and you were left alone with your twin, the engagement ring and the looming feeling that bad news was on its way.

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Hospitals always made the concept of time weird. You could be sitting in a stiff chair for hours and it would feel like seconds, but minutes could feel like days. You refused to look at the clock because it only made your nerves worse. When the nurse came out to give you her things, it was just after midnight. The last time you checked the clock, it was 1:36am and you still hadn’t heard anything about her or the surgery she was receiving. You didn’t even know what the surgery was for. Nobody would tell you anything despite your desperate attempts to pry for information. Every minute that ticked by only made your anxiety grow. You looked around at your family, all of them still here with you, waiting for a shred of good news. Josh was still beside you, occasionally reaching over to give your knee a reassuring squeeze. As chaotic as he usually was, you could always count on him to be a grounding and comforting presence when it counted. Sammy was across from you, on the other side of the waiting room, chewing on his fingernails. Next to you, he was probably handling this the hardest. He loved her like she was his own blood. They all did, but her and your little brother had a strong bond that, admittedly, you were a little jealous of sometimes. She’d always say, ‘He’s got a special light to him.’ You never knew what she meant by it, but now, the way his glistening eyes would meet yours every so often and he’d give a soft, compassionate tilt to his mouth, you understood her perfectly. Your eyes drifted to Danny and Odessa. Her small frame stretched across the vinyl loveseat with her head resting on your chosen brother’s lap. He ran his fingers over her hair while she slept. Guilt crept over you at how you’d spoken to her. How you accused her of having anything to do with this. Y/N would tear you apart if she’d have heard how awful you were. You could almost hear her scolding you, ‘Jacob Thomas, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re being a dickhead.’ Picturing her standing in front of you with her hands on her hips and her left eyebrow raised, it made you chuckle quietly to yourself. Danny caught your gaze, pulling you out of your thoughts, and you opened your mouth, ready to spill an apology, but he just shook his head and mouthed at you, ‘It’s okay.’ You knew it wasn’t okay, not even close, but you made a mental note to give Dess a full apology when she was awake. Turning to your twin, you tapped his leg, “I’m gonna stretch my legs. Be right back.”

As you stood up, Josh followed, “You want me to come with you?” Before you could open your mouth to turn him down, you were interrupted.

“We’re looking for a Jacob Kiszka.” You all turned in unison to find two men, in suits, standing behind you. Glancing back at your brothers, they were all alert. Sam came to stand with you and Josh, and Danny was shaking Odessa awake.

“Uh. Jake.” Stepping forward, you held your hand out as a formality, unsure of what was about to unfold.

One of the men grasped your trembling hand in a firm shake, “Mr. Kiszka, I’m Detective Walsh, this is Detective Dawson.” He nodded towards the other man before pulling his hand away and opening up a notepad. “I first wanna say, we’re very sorry for what you’re dealing with right now. We don’t want to cause any more stress to you or your family in a time like this, but we received a call from a nurse, Mrs. Alvez.” He paused, reading over his page of notes, “She says that you were making a pretty serious accusation about the car accident that your girlfriend was involved in.”

“She’s my fiancee…” You corrected him, stuffing your hands into your pockets. “And it’s not an accusation, it’s the truth. Sage did this.”

Det. Walsh held his hand up, “I meant no offense, son. I just need you to understand how consequential this claim could be if it is the truth. Mr. Kiszka, this woman could be facing an attempted murder charge and…” He was hesitant on what he wanted to say next, but the other man, Det. Dawson finished his thought.

“If things go south, she’ll be looking at involuntary manslaughter or, worst case, first degree.” He scratched his chin and you couldn’t help but feel his lack of compassion. “Now, Mr. Kiszka, you’re going to have to fill us in here because right now, it’s just a big ol’ ‘He said/She said.’ What makes you think the collision was on purpose?”

The look of disgust on your face must have been evident, “Worst case? Are you fucking kidding me? What th-” Your mouth hung on the last syllable as you looked behind Dawson to see her doctor coming towards you, pulling a mask from his face. You stepped around the detectives to meet the doctor, questions pouring from your mouth before you could process them. “Is she okay? I want to see her. Why did she need surgery? You said that she-”

“She’s alright, Mr. Kiszka. We have her stabilized… We took her for a CT scan and it showed that her spleen had been punctured by one of the broken ribs.” He took a few seconds to let you process the information before continuing, “We were able to get in and repair the spleen using electrocauterization. The procedure was quick, we didn’t face any complica-”

“It went quick? I’ve been waiting for hours to hear something. Where is she?” You tried to move past him, but he grabbed your shoulder, stopping you.

He waited for you to face him again, “We needed to keep a close watch on her to make sure that there was no more damage. I do have good news for you, Mr. Kiszka… The edema was a lot more mild than we had initially thought and the swelling has already decreased substantially.” Your brows were drawn together, trying to understand what he was saying. He simplified the best he could, “There’s no longer a need to keep her in the induced coma.” His lips lifted into a small smile, “Once the anesthesia wears off, it won’t be long before she wakes up and I’m sure she would love to have you there when she does.”

“I can see- She’s gonna wake up? I- Can I go to her now?” Your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

“Yes, I’ll take you to her room. Now, I will warn you, when she does wake up, there might be some confusion… Things are going to be foggy for her, but it’s important not to overload her with a ton of details at once. She’s not completely out of the woods yet. She’s got a long healing process ahead of her and it’s best for her and the baby to keep stress at a minimum.”

You were nodding fast, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll do anything. I just- Can I-”

The doctor let out a quiet chuckle, “Come on.” He turned around to walk you to her room but as you went to follow him, a hand stopped you.

You turned to see Det. Dawson, gripping your arm. “We’re not finished yet, Mr. Kiszka.” Pulling yourself from his grasp, you were ready to raise hell, but the other detective stopped you.

Det. Walsh pulled the other man behind him and met you with an empathetic look, “Go ahead and see your girl, son. We’ll talk later.” As you fell into step behind the doctor, you could hear him scolding his partner. “Give the kid a break, Dawson. He almost lost his pregnant girlfriend, you asshole.”

When you entered her room, you stopped inside the doorway. A woman was standing over her, wiping at the cuts on her face. She looked up with a polite smile on her face, “Oh. Dr. Brooks, I was just finishing up with some more antiseptic. I will be out of your hair in just a second.” She went back to her task and you waited patiently until she was done.

Once the woman stepped out of the room, Dr. Brooks took a moment to look over her vitals before he exited too, leaving you alone with her. You pulled a chair up to her bed, your whole body shaking at the memory of the last time you were here, just hours ago. She looked like she was in a peaceful slumber, a hard contrast from how lifeless she looked before. Reaching up, you brushed the tangled hair from her face, letting your thumb graze over one of the shallow scrapes on her cheek as you whispered to her. “Hey, pretty girl… You really had me scared for a while there.” You pulled your hand away to wipe the single tear that fell from your eye and grasped her hand. “Wake up, my love. I just need to hear your voice. I need you to tell me that you love me and that you’re never gonna try to leave me again.” You brought her hand to your lips, pressing them to her knuckles. You kept talking to her, willing her to wake up, for what felt like hours until you finally leaned back, falling asleep in the chair while your fingers stayed laced with hers.

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Her POV

Your eyes opened briefly before drooping closed again. You tried to bring your hand up to rub away the sleep that laid heavy on your lids, but something was weighing on it. As you made a move to sit up, you were met with a stabbing pain in your left side. You dropped back into the pillow with a hiss as your eyes shot open. You glanced around, trying to get a feel for your surroundings when your ears picked up on the familiar blips. Hospital. You looked down at your hand, still stuck against the bed as something laid over it. “Jake?” Your voice croaked out through your dry throat. His even breaths gave away the fact that he was sleeping, using your right hand as a pillow. Your attention went to your left arm, nestled snug inside of a sling. Every small movement was coupled with an almost unbearable amount of pain. Quiet whimpers fell from your mouth as you attempted to pull your hand free again and this time it woke Jake.

He lifted his head and turned to face you, running his hands over his face. When his eyes found you yours, he stood up abruptly and leaned over you. “Baby… You’re awake, you’re actually…” He trailed off and dropped to hug you but when you sucked in a sharp breath, wincing from the pain, he took his hands off of you. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you? I didn’t-“

Finally able to lift your right hand, riddled with pins and needles, you held it up to silence him, “You didn’t hurt me, Jake.” It was a lie, but the terrified look on his face made your heart ache and you couldn’t bring yourself to be completely honest. “There is a good bit of pain though…What happened?” You tried to sit up again but he stopped you.

Jake had his hand on your shoulder, “Take it easy, love. Here.” He knelt down to the panel that controlled the bed positions and clicked the button that raised the top of the bed.

“S-stop. Jake, stop.” Your face was twisted into a grimace, “It hurts, I- Please, I can’t.” Tears were dripping down your face as you gripped your side. Each breath felt like somebody was piercing your lungs with a branding iron. He straightened back up and reached to hit the call button for a nurse. His hands were shaking hard, like he was scared, and the expression on his face was showing the same emotion. You grabbed his hand before he could pull it away from the bed and brought it up to your face, pressing a single kiss to his palm. He moved his hand to cup your cheek with the gentlest touch, wiping away your stream of tears. His own eyes were shining and you placed your hand over his, “Baby, what happened? Why am I here?” His lip trembled but as he opened his mouth, two people were coming into the room.

Jake turned away from you to greet them, “Dr. Brooks, she just woke up but she’s in a lot of pain.” You watched as a woman, your nurse, stepped around the bed to your I.V. stand.

“That’s to be expected, Mr. Kiszka.” He patted Jake’s shoulder and moved past him to stand beside the nurse. “We’re gonna give you something for the pain now, you should feel better in a few minutes.” The woman connected a syringe to the access port on the I.V. tubing and began feeding the liquid through it. “Ms. Y/L/N, we haven’t officially met,” The doctor held his hand out to you, “But, I’m Dr. Brooks. Me and my team have been working really hard to make sure Mr. Kiszka would be able to take you home in one piece.” You slid your hand into his as he nodded towards Jake.

There was a dull throbbing in the back of your head and your mouth was too dry, “Can I have some water, please?” The nurse looked up, giving you a kind smile and left the room, only to return a few seconds later with a small cup and a plastic pitcher. She poured a bit into the cup and offered it to you and you wasted no time in gulping it all down. Jake took the cup from you and grasped your hand again. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Your gaze went from your boyfriend to Dr. Brooks, pleading for an explanation.

The two men shared a look before your doctor spoke up, “You were in a car accident, Ms. Y/L/N. EMTs brought you into the emergency room last night and you were in pretty rough shape.” You listened intently as he ran down, what felt like, a never ending list of injuries and complications and procedures. “Can you remember anything at all?” His brows were pinched as he studied you. “Take your time, I’m just going to look you over.”

Your doctor was maneuvering around your thin gown, lifting it to get a glimpse at how you were healing. You thought back, trying to pull the last memory that you could recover while he continued to examine each bruise and stitch, one by one. As pieces started to fall into place, you retracted your hand from Jake’s with a gasp and flattened it across your belly, “Jake, I-” Panic began to consume you as you remembered the night prior at Odessa’s. The positive test. Did Jake know? Were you still even pregnant? You couldn’t bring yourself to ask that question out of fear at what the answer might be.

“Hey… Look at me.” Jake’s voice was soft, but you were startled by his hand sliding over yours and resting on your stomach. When your eyes traveled up to his face, you were met with the warmest smile he’d even given you. “You’re okay. Both of you.” He knew. Your eyes widened and he gave a gentle nod, lacing his fingers between your own, “My loves.”

You bit down on your lip to keep it from shaking but you couldn’t stop the tears that spilled over your lashes. Dr. Brooks cleared his throat as he put your gown back in place and took a step away from you. “Everything is looking good. I’ll give you two some time, but I will back in a bit to get a cast on this arm.” He pointed to the sling before making a move to leave, stopping in the doorway to turn back to you, “I’m sure your family is eager to visit with you, but keep the excitement to a minimum. It’s very important that you get your rest.”

Jake broke away from you to shake the man’s hand, “Thank you so much, Dr. Brooks. For everything.” The doctor extended his own hand, giving a firm squeeze, and then he was gone. Jake was back at your side in a blink, wiping at your wet cheeks. “Baby, don’t cry.” He carefully sat on the edge of your bed.

Short bursts of memory flashed through your mind, some more vague than others, but some extremely vivid. “Jake, I heard you…” He gave you a questioning look. “You were praying… Asking God to let me stay. To let us stay.” You reached up to brush his hair away from his face, “I thought you would be so mad.”

“Y/N, when Odessa called me about the accident and then told me about- That you were pregnant…” He hesitated, unsure of what he wanted to say, “I know what I said before, but the feeling I got in the pit of my stomach at what could’ve happened, how badly this could’ve turned out… Love, I didn’t expect the relief I got when the doctor told me that you were both safe and now all I can think about is the future. Our future.”

A smile cracked across your face, “I love you, Jacob.” The way his face lit up made your heart swell and you pulled him down by his shirt. Once he was close enough, your hand went to the back of his neck, guiding his lips to yours.

When he pulled back, just a few inches from your face, his eyes were still closed but his brows were creased. “I’ve been waiting forever to hear you say that… I almost thought I’d never hear it again.”

Pushing his hair behind his ear, you cupped his cheek, “Baby, I-.” You were cut off by a few taps on the door, both of you looking in that direction at the same time.

“Jake, we brought you some coff-.” Sammy’s mouth hung open as he and Josh came into the room. “She’s- You’re awake.” You giggled at his observation.

Josh was closing the distance to you, moving across the room at hyper speed, “Ahh, Y/N, as beautiful as ever!” Jake stood from the bed, giving his twin the space to hug you while mumbling a warning to be careful. “It’s so good to see you awake, mama.” His lips curled into his famous, beaming grin as he poked at your lower belly, “I guess that takes on a pretty literal meaning now, huh?”

You swatted his hand away, unable to hold back your smile. “Yeah, I guesso…” You cupped your hand around your mouth, whispering loud enough for him and Jake to both hear, “Don’t worry, Joshy. We’ll definitely name it after you.” You shot him a wink.

“Yeah, over my dead body.” Jake deadpanned, shoving his twin’s shoulder. The two of them began their playful bickering and your eyes flashed to the youngest Kiszka, just a few steps inside of the room, looking at anything but you.

“Sammy?” You waited for him to give you his attention, “I can’t say that I don’t bite, but that’s never made you keep your distance before. C’mere.” Your joke would usually have made him laugh, but he stayed planted and silent. You held your hand out to him, beckoning him to come closer. He was hesitant and you could tell, but he finally started walking towards you. He was picking at his cuticles like he didn’t know what else to do with himself so you reached out and took one of his hands in yours. You looked up at him, but he refused to meet your eyes. You squeezed his hand, forcing him to turn to you, and saw his eyes were shining with unshed tears. “Sammy, why are you upset? I’m the one with the broken bones here.” It was your second attempt at getting a laugh out of him, but he remained quiet. “Hey…”

“You almost died, Y/N…” His lip quivered, something very uncharacteristic for him, and it broke your heart.

You sat up fully with a wince. The pain meds had kicked in, leaving you with just a mild cramping where your ribs were fractured. You yanked on Sam’s arm, pulling him down to sit on the bed. “But, I didn’t die, Sammy. You couldn’t get rid of me that easily.” You smiled again, nudging his shoulder.

“It’s not funny.” He shook his head, looking down at the floor. “You were gonna leave me to fend for myself with those two idiots.” He gestured to his older brothers who were standing by. There he is. That’s the Sammy you know. But he was gone too soon as he looked back to you, a heavy sadness in his deep brown eyes. “This was really fucking scary, Y/N.”

“Oh, Sammy…” You pulled him into a hug with your only functioning arm, holding him tight, but he didn’t make a move to hug you back. “I’m okay, honey. I’m not going anywhere, promise.” You felt him nod against you as he brought one arm around you, staying far from the left half of your body. “Okay, sappy Sam. You’re gonna make me cry, asshole.” You playfully pushed him away.

He stood up from your bed with a quip, “Ahh. So you do have a heart then?”

Jake stepped in before you could return a smart remark, “Alright, guys. She needs to rest a bit before they come to put her cast on.” His brothers tried to protest but he stood his ground. “You can both come back later or tomorrow. I really appreciate you guys being here, but go home and get some sleep or a shower. I want some time to myself with her.”

Joshy was coming forward to give you a parting hug, “That’s awfully selfish of you. Mom would be disappointed that you aren’t sharing.” He bent down to press a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be back as soon as your guard dog says it’s okay, sweetheart.”

“Fuck off, Josh.” Jake pulled his twin into a hug before moving to his younger brother and repeating the gesture, “Send Danny and Odessa back for a visit on your way out.”

Sam broke away from the hug, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced at you, “Uhh…They left a couple hours ago… After Dess woke up, she wanted to go. She tried to make Daniel stay, but he- I’m sure they’ll be back.” He was holding something back and you looked to Jake to see his lips pressed in a thin line, staring at the floor. His guilty face.

“Okay.” Josh clasped his hands together, “We’re gonna go…” He patted his little brother on the back and led him out of the room with a final wave goodbye.

After they were gone, you directed your attention to Jake, “What did you do?” He lifted his head to look at you, a shocked expression over his face as he mumbled that he had no idea what you were talking about. “Jacob, you have that look. The one that says ‘oh shit, I fucked up.’ So what did you do?”

“I did fuck up, Y/N…” You waited for him to elaborate but he steered the conversation down another path. “Love, what- Do you remember anything from the accident? Like how you ended up there or who the other driver was?”

You laid back against the bed, scouring your mind for anything you could find. “I can’t- There’s flashes of scenes, but nothing is super clear.”

He came to sit on the edge of the bed, resting his hand on your leg, “You went to watch movies with Odessa and Sage showed up and then-”

“No, I remember all of that. She was acting insane, saying that you wanted to be with her and I was just in the way.” You shook your head as it all started to slowly come back into view. “Dess ripped into her, I’ve never seen her get mad like that. I slapped Sage, she pushed me and then she left.”

“Can you remember anything past that? Anything between being at Odessa’s to waking up here?” Jake was studying your face, waiting for any indication that you knew. “Take your time, baby. If you can’t remember, don’t force it.”

Things were blurry, but you could still vaguely picture it. The phone call about the garage. The fear you felt on your way there, worried about your business being destroyed. “The garage… Jake, the food truck. There was a fire, I was going to the garage. Dess was following me there, she was right behind me. I remember looking in the rearview mirror to see her and then there were other headlights coming at me. Everything is blank after that, but the truck… I need to-”

“The truck is fine, Y/N. There was never a fire.” He was clenching his jaw and you could feel the anger radiating from him, “Sage made it all up. She came up with some crazy scheme to get you downtown. She was the one that hit you, on purpose.” No way she was that crazy to not only inflict harm on you, risk killing you, knowing that you were pregnant, but to also risk her own life? “Odessa was there, love. She saw the whole thing. It was Sage.”

You were at a loss for words. How had things gotten this fucked up? The throbbing in your head was back and you just wanted to go to sleep in the hopes that you would wake up at home, in your bed, next to Jake. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore… I’m tired.” You brought your hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose.

Jake’s face softened from the scowl he’d been wearing, “Is the pain back? Is it your head?”

“I’m fine. I think this has just been a lot and I need rest like the doctor said.” You didn’t want to think about Sage or the wreck.

“Okay, I’ll put the bed flat so you can lay down.” He went to stand up but you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

You scooted over in your small bed and pulled on his arm, “You too.” He shook his head, arguing that the bed wasn’t big enough and he didn’t want to hurt you. “Jacob, sit down and let me lay my head on you. You don’t even have to touch me, I just want to be near you, please.” You pouted your lip at him and watched as he tried to fight the smile curling his lip. He huffed out a breath and climbed back onto the bed, shuffling up to sit beside you. Once situated, he lifted his arm and let you tuck into him. His hand rested just barely on your shoulder. You could tell he was afraid to cause you any pain or discomfort, but this was the most comfortable you’ve felt all day. Your fingers were on his leg, pulling as the threads of a tear in his jeans. He kissed the top of your head as you leaned against him, slowly dozing off. The last thing you felt before sleep consumed you was his lips in your hair while he whispered that he loved you and his palm, laying gently over your lower tummy.

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You awoke to the chattering of voices. Opening your eyes, you were greeted by the fluorescent lights above you. You blinked a few times, forcing your eyes to adjust to the lighting and looked to the window. It was dark outside so you must have slept for a while. The first thing you noticed was the plain white cast on your left arm, the second thing was that Jake was gone. You looked around the room before catching sight of him. He was standing in the hallway, just outside the door, talking with someone out of your view. “Baby?” Your voice was raspy as you called out to him. For a moment, you thought he didn’t hear you, but he was stalking into the room in an instant, two men in suits trailing behind him. Once he was at your side, pushing the hair from your forehead, you lifted your left arm, “How did they put this on without me waking up?” He let out a soft chuckle but there was a hint of annoyance in his demeanor. You looked behind him to the men who followed him into your room. “What’s going on?”

One of the men stepped around Jake, offering you his hand, “Ms. Y/LN, I am Detective Walsh, this is my partner, Det. Dawson. We just have a few questions to ask you, if that’s okay?” He had a deep, gravelly voice with a twang just like a cowboy from an old western film. You let him shake your hand and gave a small nod. “Thank you, I really appreciate it, ma’am. Now, we-”

He was cut off by the other man, “We’ve already heard from your boyfriend that this other girl, Sage, she’s been stalking you? If that’s the case, why haven’t you filed a report or gotten a restraining order?” You were taken aback, but Jake was fuming. You could see it in the way he rolled his eyes, flared his nostrils. He was clenching his jaw so hard you were sure his teeth would shatter at any second.

You took his hand in yours and gave him a soft smile, willing him to relax, before turning your attention back to Dawson. “She has been stalking me. I have proof and she admitted it to me before the accident.”

He shook his head with a laugh like he didn’t believe anything you were saying. “You’re gonna have to forgive me, but some things just aren’t adding up. You say she’s a crazy stalker, but this woman tells us that she was in an intimate relationship with the both of you.” You started to speak but he held his hand up, effectively silencing you. “I’m not finished… She is saying that she and Mr. Kiszka here started to grow closer and you didn’t like that very much. You were jealous and now you’re making up these wild stories to ruin her life. So you can see why I’m confused?”

“What is your fucking problem, man?” Jake was in front of him, their faces inches apart. “Sage is a basketcase! Any decent cop would see straight through her fucking lies.” His voice took on a terrifyingly calm tone. “Makes me wonder how you got this job…”

Suddenly Jake was stumbling backwards as the detective shoved his chest, “You’re a cocky little shit, you know that?”

“Dawson, that’s enough! Get the hell out of here, I’ll finish this myself!” Det. Walsh was pushing his partner towards the door, “You’re done here. You can go back and tell the Captain what the hell you just did.” He waited for Dawson to leave the room before turning back to you. “I can’t apologize on his behalf, but I am sorry that you kids just had to endure that with everything that you’re already dealing with.”

Surely this was some wild fever dream you were stuck in. “Did I just witness a real life good cop/bad cop situation?” You huffed in disbelief. “What is that guy’s issue?”

“Well, ma’am, I don’t know that I’d call myself a good cop, but he is a real piece of work.” He dragged his hand down his face, clearly exasperated, and looked at Jake, “I didn’t intend on any of that to happen. We already have multiple witnesses that corroborated your claims and that little redheaded girl gave some pretty specific details when we talked to her, including information on an assault…” He didn’t need to elaborate any further on that, you and Jake both knew what he was talking about.

“If you guys had all of this knowledge already, why was he acting like we were lying? Why are you here right now? You should be putting her in handcuffs.” Jake was pacing, something you’re sure he’d probably spent 20 of the last 36 hours doing.

Walsh took a deep breath, “Look kid, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” He took a couple steps towards Jake, holding his notepad out, “I just need you both to write statements. Recount every single piece of information you can that will help seal this deal.” He turned to you after Jake took the pad, “You said you have proof of her stalking you? If you can get me that proof, that’s even better.”

“I do, it’s on my phone. I’m just not sure where my phone is…” You maneuvered your body to the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the pain as you placed your feet on the ground. “Baby, where’s all my stuff?” Using the I.V. stand for leverage, you pulled yourself up to stand.

Jake was at your side in an instant, “Hey, I have it in my jacket. I’ll get it, just sit back down.” His hand was on your hip as he tried to gently force you back into the bed.

Your legs were a bit shaky and you grabbed onto his shoulder to hold yourself up. Dropping your voice to a whisper, you leaned into him, “Jake, I have to go pee…Can you help me to the bathroom?” He let out a quiet laugh, hooking your good arm over his shoulder, and led you towards the small bathroom in the corner of your room. The detective stepped aside as you passed him and Jake mumbled that he’d get the phone in a minute. Dragging your I.V. stand along, you pushed it inside before breaking away from Jake.

He was hesitant to let go of you, “Are you okay by yourself?”

“I’m using the bathroom, Jacob, not going into war…I’ll be fine.” You flashed him a smile as you closed the door between the two of you. Admittedly, it was a little difficult trying to pull your underwear down with the cast on your left arm limiting your movement. Sitting on the toilet was a task on its own with the sharp pain in your side, but it was even worse standing back up. After flushing the toilet, you shuffled to the sink to wash your hands, careful not to get the cast wet. When you lifted your head to the mirror in front of you, a small gasp left your mouth. Your face was adorned with tiny cuts and a dark purple bruise, high on your left cheekbone. Your finger traced over a cut on your forehead and then one in the center of the bruise, decorated with 3 thin pieces of medical tape. Taking a couple steps backward, you carefully gathered the bottom of your gown, bunching it up and lifting it to view the rest of your body. Your mouth hung open as you saw the bruising over your ribcage, coupled with the few stitches from where they went in to repair your spleen. It started to sink in, how bad this was. How much worse it could’ve been. Your eyes drifted to your belly and you placed your palm over it, as an unwarranted flood of emotions came crashing down on you. The burning tears began to fall, accompanied by choppy sobs as you realized how quickly this could have ended before it really even began. The pregnancy was unexpected and definitely unplanned, but the thought of something taking it all away from you made the sobbing worse. You put your hand over your mouth to mute your cries, not wanting Jake to hear you. After a minute, you had calmed down and dried your face, trying to make it look like you didn’t just have a mental breakdown. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror and moved to exit the bathroom.

When you emerged, Jake was shaking Walsh’s hand. His eyes flicked to you and his face dropped slightly before he returned his attention to the detective. He knew you’d been crying… You took a deep breath to prepare for his concerned inquisition just as Det. Walsh was coming towards you, his hand extended, “Ms. Y/L/N, it’s been a pleasure, despite the circumstances.” You accepted his hand with a polite smile. “We should be able to get an IP address from those messages you two received. If they lead back to her, paired with the statements from your friends and family, it should be more than enough to handle this situation. I’ll leave you to heal up and I’ll be in touch within the next few days.”

“Thank you for this…These past few weeks have been a nightmare and I just want to put it all behind us.” He released your hand and with a final nod to Jake, he was gone.

“What’s wrong?” You turned your back to Jake and shuffled back to your bed, refusing to answer his question. “Why were you crying?” He grabbed your arm, stepping in front of you with concern etched over his face. “Is the pain getting worse?”

You shook your head and forced a smile, “It’s nothing, baby. I wasn’t even crying.” You moved around him and crawled onto the stiff mattress. He didn’t respond, but when you looked up at him once you were settled on the bed, he had a look that said he knew you were lying. You let out a sigh and held your hand out to him. “Okay, I was crying…I just- I saw the bruises and the stitches and I-.” You squeezed your eyes shut, chewing on your trembling lip. Jake grasped your hand, sitting down beside you. “So much could’ve gone wrong, Jake. I know it’s already bad, but what if…” Your voice trailed off.

“I know, love.” He cupped your face with the softest touch. “I spent too many hours imagining the worst in that waiting room right down the hall… But you’re here and you’re healing and you’re both gonna be fine.” You leaned into his hand with a quiet hum as he continued, “There’s no more ‘what ifs.’ Not right now, anyways. And all I wanna focus on, is right now.” His lips curled into a smile as he threw his arm out in a sweeping gesture, speaking in his british accent, “Cast your worries to the open sea and let the waves carry them to far horizons at the edge of the world…”

A laugh shook your chest as you pulled him towards you and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his. “Make me a promise?” He pulled back far enough to look at you, a slight raise to his eyebrow as he waited to hear your request. “The nursery isn’t gonna be pirate themed…” Your giggle returned at the look of hurt on his face.

“Now that’s just plain mean.” Jake tried to fight his smile but failed miserably as he stared at your wide grin. He cupped your face again, catching you off guard and leaned forward, “I love you, Y/N.” It was the last thing he said before he graced you with the sweetest kiss.

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After nine long days of being stuck in the hospital, you were finally on your way home. You couldn’t have been happier to leave. The doctors and nurses were wonderful, but the food was horrible. There were a few times you’d convinced Sammy to smuggle you in snacks. The breathing exercises they had you doing everyday were helping your ribs heal and the pain was already a lot better than it had been. Dr. Brooks was adamant about keeping up with the exercises and he demanded lots of bed rest, but you were sick of being in bed. You knew you still had a long road to recovery, but with the swelling in your head completely gone, the doctor was confident in his decision to send you home. When he came into your room the night before with the news, you wanted to leap around with excitement, but you refrained.

You stared out the window with the same smile you’ve had since you woke up, knowing today was the day you got to go home. It was coasting into the early evening and Jake glanced at you before looking back to the road ahead, “What’s the first thing you wanna do when we get back, love?” His hand was holding onto yours over the center console.

“Take a blistering hot shower.” You answered without the slightest hesitation, causing Jake to chuckle. It was the truth though. The hospital showers never got hot enough, the water pressure sucked and there was always a nurse in the bathroom with you, forcing you to sit on the hard plastic bathing chair while you cleansed yourself. ‘It’s just a safety precaution, dear.’ That’s what she would always say. Jake had barely been at home in those nine days. You had to force him to leave on day three to get a change of clothes. He tried to argue that Josh could just pick them up and drop them off for him, but you refused and told him that you needed a few things that his twin just simply wouldn’t be able to find. On day seven, it wasn’t as hard to get him to make a trip home. You were both going a little stir-crazy being cooped up in the small room without much to do. Tv was boring, there were only so many card games to play and your mood swings were back in full force. Between the changing hormones in your body and bland beige walls you were forced to stare at 24/7, you could’ve sworn you were going insane. But now, as Jake pulled into the driveway, you’d never felt more calm. “I can’t wait to sleep in my bed.”

“I think that’s what I missed most.” He put the car in park and killed the engine, “Squeezing in that hospital bed did a number on my back.” Your body was buzzing as you pushed the car door open. Jake hopped out and came around to help you, even though you didn’t need it. You let him take your hand and close the door before leading you up the path.

He unlocked the front door and waited for you to step inside. You kicked your shoes off and went into the living room, “Not even a welcome home party?” Turning back to Jake, you crossed your arms over your chest with a disapproving look.

He came up, wrapping his arms around you and pulled you against him carefully, “Odessa and Sammy wanted to throw one, but I selfishly told them no…” You let your arms snake around his neck, twirling his hair in your fingers. “They were all there every single day. I just wanted you to myself today.” He kissed your forehead and began walking you backwards. “Now about that hot shower?” His hand slid from your hip to your ass, giving it a pinch.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him, “Hmm… You better be careful Mr. Kiszka, doc says no strenuous activities.” You gave an innocent smile before breaking away from him and padding down the hallway. Stopping right inside of the bathroom door, you turned back to Jake, looking him dead in the eye with a mischievous smirk, “But maybe you can help me practice my breathing?”

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