The Queen Is After Me

"He's not bleeding anymore," Emelia told Jason quietly, letting her fingers drop from Jamie's hair to wrap around him gently instead as she added, "His pulse and breathing are healthy, he just won't wake up,"

Jayson looked at Jamie, and he checked his pulse. "His pulse is slowing, we have to get him to a hospital."

She frowned deeply, undoing Jamie's seat belt and moving him into the passengers seat before doing it back up. "Could you take my car to the hospital? I'll drive Jamie there in this one." He told Jayson, starting the car up and not even waiting for an answer as she drove off towards the hospital.

He nodded. "Timber go home, I will bring him home I promise." He watched the wolves run off, as he climbed into her car.

[[ Should we skip now until they're at the hospital, Jamie has been seen to and he wakes up? Assuming he will, that is ]]]

((hmm ok, but he hasn't woken up just yet))
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Later on, it was late and Jayson had left Emelia with an unconscious Jamie in the hospital room that Jamie had been put in. Jamie himself was shirtless, a nurse had come in and attached a drip of fluids to one arm and a drip of blood to his other in hopes of waking him up.

The hospital staff had given Emelia some disgusting shirt they'd found in lost property because the one she had been wearing this morning was now in the bin because she'd wrapped it around Jamie's wrist and it had became some blood-stained it couldn't of been returned to it's normal colour. Currently, she was laying down on her side beside Jamie, refusing to leave his side, brushing her fingers through his hair gently and talking quietly to him, about nothing in particular, just random things and topics that popped into her mind though every few sentences she would say eitther 'I love you', 'Please wake up' or 'Stop scaring me, Pretty Boy'.

Jamie eventually stirred, but it was only slightly.

Emelia didn't really notice, continuing her pointless one sided ramblings as she pressed her face in his hair and closed her eyes sleepily.

"I told you not...not to call me...pretty boy." He whispered.

Emelia let out a quiet sobbing noise and wrapped her arms around him in a gentle hug, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much, Jamie, my Pretty Boy. I'm sorry - Marc sent that text, okay, he tried to make me do it and I refused so he snatched my new phone off of me and done it himself. I'd never leave you. I love you. You scared me so much..."

He didn't hug her back because he basically couldn't. "I saw my mother." He whispered to her. "She told me what happened with the text so you don't have to explain."

"You saw her?" She choked quietly, "I was so close to losing you that you actually saw her?"

"She told me to treat you right and to look after Ryan."

"You always look after Ryan... You have been treating me right." She whispered quietly, moving her head to kiss him on the lips gently.

He kissed her back.

Emelia deepened the kiss a little bit, resting her hand on his cheek gently, using her thumb to massage the side of his face gently.

He kissed her back.

She slowly pulled away before pressing her forehead to his and looking into his eyes.

His eyes looked at hers.

Emelia smiled a bit.

He smiled slightly.

"How're you feeling?"

"Okish...hat about you?"

"Well, I feel like killing you for scaring me like that, but fine, completely fine now that you are."