So this chapter is slightly less violent, and one of my favorites to write. Tell me what you think of Lee and Jake's interaction in this one, cuz it's the most that i've written so far... :) here it is :)

LEE

*sniff sniff*

Rubbing alchohol. That's what I smell. It reminds me of the first time I broke my leg. How much I hated the hospital, how I wanted the doctors to stop touching me, how I didn't dare tell them.

*beep beep beep beep*

Once again, another hospital memory, the annoying beeping that just wouldn't quit. Even though I knew that it quitting would be a bad thing, that I knew it would signal my beatig heart stopping, I couldn't bring myself to want it to quit.

*blink blink*

The white ceiling that I was expecting to see greeted me and I wanted to scream at the patronizing patern of black dots that seemd to be placed in a random patern.

*shift shift*

I let out an audible groan, horse and almost painful to release, at the sensation of moving. It was as if someone had taken a vat of liquid fire and poured it onto my back. I felt like I was lying on a bed of hot coals.

A sharp hiss escaped my gritted teeth and I became aware of a world beyond the dotted ceiling. In the seat next the the small hospital bed, was jock boy. Fuck.

I saw his large body shift, and he mumbled something in his sleep. Why was I here again? I moved my legs slightly in order to shift my body away from him and almost groaned at the sensation between my legs. In the least graphic way possible...it felt like someone had shoved a blender up there.

I had no idea why it hurt so fucking much, the guys pencil dick couldn't have been that big. But the slamming into me, that was another story. Before I could take another breath, jock boy was standing over me with huge, brown, bloodshot eyes staring straight into my soul.

"Are you okay? should I call the doctor? do you need more medicine? what can I do?"

There was such intensity in his voice, it couldn't have louder than a murmer, but the passion in his tone almost burned me. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but at the moment, all I could manage was a hoarse sob. It suprised even me, and I knew I was freaking out jock boy. Before I could manage another sob, joch boy was charging out of the room, and I could hear his deep voice booming throughout the halls, demanding a doctor or somebody to come and see me.

I tried to protest, but my voice was so far fucking gone. Within the next minute, there was a doctor in the room being almost dragged by the collar thanks to jock boy.

"Okay Miss..."

his voice trailed off. Wow, they didn't even know my name.

"What's your last name?"

I almost rolled my eyes at his tone. So fucking clueless.

"Elena Miller"

My voice was flat...I didn't use my real name often. For some reason my eyes flickered over to jock boy, who was standing beside my bed and staring a me with that same intense heat that made me feel like some sort of grand prize he was set on winning...when in reality I was a 18 year old chick with more bones than meat and more piercings than skin. When would he learn to stick to his group. Judging my his build and physical features, I would say that would be a pretty blond cheer leader.

"Well Miss Miller, you have undergone what seems to be a physical and sexual assault."

I knew that he was trying to keep his tone soft and understanding, but it was to late for that shit.

"Yeah, I got raped. Now how long till I get out of here."

Safe flat tone, same guarded expression, why weren't they talking. Jock boy looked like he was about to explode, and If I stared hard enough, I could almost see a faint vibrating in his body. The doctor looked like he didn't know what to do, and that was just fine with me. He seemed to recover quickly, to his credit, and began to give me options.

"Well, the hospital usually assigns a counselor for these types of things, and we usually advise a lawyer-"

I cut him off

"Don't want one of those. I just wanna know when I can get out."

Both Jock boy, I guess I should have learned his name by now, and the doctor looked taken aback.

"Don't you want the law-"

"That's really not an option."

I stated, giving a pointed looka t jock boy

"And even if it were, it's useless, so can you please just tell me when I can leave."

The doctor nodded, acquiessing to my request.

"Well, the damage looks to be mostly flesh wounds. Severe abrasions to your back and legs, as well as large bruises on your pelvis and arms as well as your chest."

His fact twisted in a grimace.

"When you came in, your mouth was filled with blood and bits of flesh."

The words were stated distastefully

"At first, we worried that you ahd taken a bite out of your tongue, not extremely uncommon in assault victims, but later determined that it was most likely your assailants tongue, and not your own. Completely justified given the circumstances."

No shit sherlock!

"It will be quite painful to move around for a while, and I would suggest, even without your assault, that you eat more for the next few weeks, in order to help along the healing, as well as your general health."

I just nodded. Sure I would. *sarcasym*

"Sooo."

Just spit it out already.

"I would suggest that you stay a bit longer to recuperate, but as nothing is permanently harmed, if you wish to, you may leave as soon as you wish."

I grinned.

"I guess I'm out of here then. Can you send someone with the paperwork to check me out."

The doctor looked displeased, but nodded.

"I'll have it ready for you at the front desk."

I gave him a wry grin, and then remembered that jock boy was stil in the room. As the doctor left, I turned my attention towards him, and his oddly tense form.

"What's your name?"

He blinked a couple times, almost scowled, then a smile brighter than the sun lit up his face, and huge dimples played across his cheeks.

"Jacob."

Hmm, it fit him

"Well Jacob, can you give me a ride to Black Jack tatoo parlor."

The scowl was back.

"Nope, but I can give you a lift to a friend of mine's house, maybe then you can eat something."

My turn to scowl.

"Fine then, but after than you're taking me home.'

He nodded, and as the doctor re-entered with my clothes and jock boy started to leave, I heard him mutter tha words

"sure I am."

This was gonna get annoying.

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