Jackie

Aside from the quick trip to the bathroom when Clove lost half of her dinner, she's been handling all of this a lot better than a thought. I, on the other hand, not so much. I hate uncertainty, I like to know what I'm going to be getting myself into and like to have a plan.

Clove got a call, on the way to the hospital, it was very short but very professional. She seems to have a strange focus and professionalism wash over her suddenly. It's like she's done this before.

"Make sure you have your license ready when we go into the ER." She told me.

I did what she said with out questioning her.

She jumped out of the car before it even came to a stop in front of the hospital. I followed quickly after her keeping my eyes on the back of her head, as we weaved our way through the crowd. She stopped when we got to the desk in the emergency room.

"Odair. Rhodes. Calloway." She said, handing the lady her license, "Jackie give her your license."

I did and the lady behind the desk wrote our names down on a clipboard. I felt like we are on some covert mission, the lady behind the desk understood what Clove said like she was expecting it, and didn't question us as to why we were here.

My hate of uncertainty keeps growing the longer and longer I don't know what's going on.

I heard someone yell Clove's name, she turned her head and I followed her gaze. There was a young guy probably close to Courtney's age, in a perfectly pressed gray suit with perfectly combed blond hair and black thick rimmed glasses. It was nearly midnight, there is no way anyone looks that way at this time of the night. Now, I really need to know what's going on.

He motioned for us to follow him and Clove set off after him. But, I grabbed her arm before she could move any further.

"Clove, you need to tell me what's going on. I am not following some random guy through the Emergency room of a hospital." I tell her.

She squeezed her eye's shut and took a breath, seeming to come back down to earth.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

She linked her arm through mine and walked us toward the mystery man in the gray suit.

"Jackie, this is Connor Calloway. My dad's agent, manager, lawyer and anything else you can think of. Connor, this is my best friend Jackie." Clove introduced me to the mystery man.

"Nice to meet you." Connor said flashing me a pearly white smile.

"You, too." I said, slowly, "Calloway?"

"We're not related." Connor joked, "Her dad liked we had the same name and thought he'd give me a try."

We walked over to a secluded elevator and Connor hit the up button.

"Did you girls sign in?" He asked.

"Yeah. Did they add Cato's sister and Marvel to the list?" Clove asked.

"Of course." Connor said, walking into the elevator, "Clove…I,uhh…the news is already here."

She groaned and pressed her face into her hands.

"Alrea-"

"Wait, wait, the news?" I cut her off.

"Yeah," Clove said, turning to me, "Alright, how do I put this? My dad and Finn's dad are like the … Brad Pitt and George Clooney of the football world. If either Brad Pitt or George Clooney were in the hospital the news would be all over it. Our dad's are the same way, but in the sports world. My dad is on TV every weekend announcing football games, so his face is out there and people are going to want to know what happens."

"Oh." I mumbled.

In the back of my mind I always knew about Clove and Finn's Dads, they just both acted so normally about it you would never now how popular their dads are.

"Can't my dad give a statement?" Clove asked, then scrunched her face like she just remembered how we still don't know how everyone made out from the accident.

"Well, he's on some pretty heavy pain killers right now. So, I wouldn't advise for him to give a statement to the media. So, you know-"

"I know, I know…If my dad can't give a statement I'm the one that has to do it." Clove said cutting him off, "Can you send them all home and we'll do it tomorrow? I have more important things to find out right now."

"I'll do my best." Connor said, stepping out of the elevator.

"How is everyone?" I asked.

"Well, Jeff is fine only walked away with a few scratches. Your father is in x-rays right now, it looks like is arm is broken, but he may have more injuries. Nothing too severe." He said.

I could see Cloves shoulders drop like she had been holding her breath the whole time.

"What about the boys?" Clove asked, tentatively.

"That's where it gets tricky. The car hit more on the back end, where they were sitting. Finnick got to the operating room and it was touch and go for a while, but he is out of surgery now." Connor said.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked.

"I don't know. We haven't seen the surgeon in a while." Connor says.

I look over at Clove and she is staring at the bright elevator buttons. I know she wants to know about Cato, but is too afraid to ask. I bite the bullet and decide to ask.

"What about Cato?"

Before he can answer, the elevator door opens and Clove is out of the elevator like a bullet. I look at Connor and he motions for me to follow her. I run after her and follow her around a corner; I slow up when I see her by her dad.

For how badly their crash was Mr. Calloway looks pretty good. He's sitting in a wheelchair near Finnicks parents, he has a sling on his left arm and a bandage on his forehead. I decide to let Clove have a moment with her dad, so I stand back.

While I'm waiting, I feel a hand grab my shoulder and I spin around- it's Connor. He has a worried look on his face.

"Do you want to see Cato?"

"Do I want to see Cato?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.

"It might be good for Clove. I know she's not good with handling situations like this since her Mom died. So it's not a shock to both of you at the same time." He says.

He has a point. Although I do feel bad doing this before Courtney gets to see him.

He gestures to a window where the blinds are drawn and starts to walk in the direction of the door. I walk slowly behind him and start to mentally prepare myself for what I could possibly see.

Connor pushes the door open, he and I stand at the entrance.

The room is dark and only flooded by the light of the TV on ESPN of course. My attention turns to the bed, there he is with his blonde hair, Cato, laying in the hospital bed with tubes going in every direction. A lump rises in my throat, I swallow hard, but it doesn't go away. I walk to the side of Cato's bed and examine his body.

A bruise is starting to form under his right eye, and there is some small cuts along his hairline. Cato's upper lip looks to be swollen, and there is an oxygen tube laced over his ears and underneath his nose. The further I look down, I see his left foot peeking out underneath the blankets and its in an air cast.

I look up at Connor and squeeze my eyes tightly, one lonely tear escapes from my eye. Connor looks at my and blinks twice.

"You know the full extant of his injuries don't you?" I ask.

Connors mouth screws up to the side, and he takes a deep breath. "He has two broken ribs, and a broken ankle. Most likely a concussion as well, however the doctors wont know that until he wakes up. They found him unconscious at the scene. "

"Why didn't you say anything to Clove earlier?" I ask.

He just shrugs his shoulders and looks at his feet. He doesn't need to say much, we all know Clove…she doesn't handle tragedy well.

"I'll be out there." Connor says, pointing over his shoulder.

When Connor is gone, I reach down and grab Cato's hand giving it a squeeze.

"Keep fighting, Rhodes. We're all rooting for you." I whisper.

I hear a strained gasp, causing me to jump slightly. I look up and see Clove's petite frame outlined in the doorway. She walks closer to Cato's bedside, she stares at him then back at me.

"I'll give you two a minute." I say preparing to leave.

"No, Jackie. Stay." She says, "How bad is it?"

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Connor is a horrible liar. I know he knew Cato's injuries. People think I'm unstable. I'm actually stronger than most people think." She remarks, taking a seat down in the chair next to Cato's bed.

I tell her what Connor told me. She nods her head, drawing aimless designs with her finger on Cato's forearm. Clove and I sit next to Cato's bed not saying anything to each other, but knowing we're their together is what's most important.

I admire the way she interacts with Cato, even if he isn't conscious at the moment. It's like she knows exactly what he needs, and their one being. It's something you don't see a lot.

I groan, rubbing my eyes, and stretch out in my seat trying to find a comfortable position to sleep.

LATER THAT NIGHT…

"Jackie." I hear, in a low grumble.

My eyes shoot open.

"Ca-"

He puts his fingers to his lips, signaling me to be quiet.

"Cato! You're awake."

"Water." He whispers.

I give him a small cup of water.

"What the hell happened?" He whispers.

He winces in pain, shutting his eyes.

"Easy, Cato. You were in an accident with Finn, his dad, and Clove's dad."

He looks at me wide-eyed, "Are they okay?"

"For the most part. We don't know about Finn."

It finally registers in my head, it's almost four in the morning. Marvel is curled up on the couch on the far side of Cato's hospital room. Clove has her head rested on Cato's bed, and Cato is rubbing her head slowly.

"Is my sister hear?" He asks.

"Yeah, her and Marvel got here close to 2. She's okay. But, she's worried. We're all worried." I tell him.

I reach over to wake Clove up, but Cato stops me.

"Let her sleep." He says.

I give him a small smile and sit back in my chair.

Courtney suddenly appears in the doorway of Cato's room holding a water bottle in her hand.

"Finnick is awake." She says.

Clove and Marvel jump up from their seats. Clove stumbles slightly then realizes Cato is awake.

"Oh my God." She gasps.

"Cato." Courtney lets out a small cry.

"Go." Cato says, "I'll be here."

Cato clutches his forehead, and hisses in pain.

Clove runs out of the room, Marvel and Courtney move towards Cato to see if he's okay.

"Jackie, go. She needs you." Cato says.

I walk into the hallway, a few minutes later Clove reappears, looking like she saw a ghost.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

"Finnick doesn't remember me. Not one trace of a memory."