Jake's P.O.V

It has been three hours since I arrived at the hospital to see Meghan and during those three hours, I realised how much I actually cared for Meghan. It hurt to see her in the hospital bed, being able to do absolutely nothing. It hurt to see that I couldn't of saved Meghan from whatever she got herself into.

It hurt to see that the girl that I am slowly falling in love with is in this situation.

If only it could be me.

Suddenly, the door opens and expecting it to be my mom who went to go and grab us a coffee, I furrow my eyebrows and look at Emma and Danny who are looking over at Meghan, their eyes wide.

"What are you doing here?" I ask and Emma looks up from Meghan and rubs her eyes.

"Your mom called us." Emma says between yawning and my frown deepens. I look over at Danny who is still staring at Meghan like she is dead.

Don't think that, Jake, my brain says and I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. I sit on the chair next to Meghan's bed and look back at Meghan.

"Do you know what happened?" Emma asks softly, standing beside me. I shake my head and look at the tattoos that are running down her arms.

So beautiful.

"No. I know nothing." I say quietly and Emma walks over to the end of the bed and picks up the clipboard that is connected to the bed. Her eyes begin to look over the paper and she looks up at me, breathing out a sad sigh.

"Well, there is nothing on here." Emma says and I nod.

"I know."

The door opens again and look over to see a doctor walk in and my mom walking in behind him with two cups of coffee in her hands. I rise up from my chair and walk over to my mom, taking the cup from her hand. I stand beside my mom as we both look at the doctor who is checking the monitor.

He looks over at us and runs his fingers across his forehead. "The results from her blood test will come back tomorrow morning so I suggest you all get some rest and come back in the morning. You will get the answers you want." The doctor says and I shake my head.

"I'm staying." I say and my mom places a hand on my shoulder.

"Jake, you need some rest." My mom says gently and before I can say another word, Emma gives me a small frown.

"Listen to her, Jake." Emma says and I look over at Meghan, my chest begin to tighten in worry. I bite my lip and run my hand through my hair. As my eyes slip closed for a few seconds, I hear Danny speak.

"She'll be fine, buddy."

●●●

I walk into the house and clench my fists, trying my hardest not to break down. I hear my mom's heels click against the floor behind me and I walk into the kitchen, heading towards the fridge.

"Just a few more hours, Jake." My mom says quietly, referring the fact that it is midnight and we will be going to see Meghan soon. Well, I don't know about my mom but I am definitely going.

I need to see her.

"I know."I mumble, grabbing the water out of the fridge. I pour myself a glass before putting the water back in the fridge and taking my seat at the table. I take a sip, trying to calm my thoughts.

I look up at my mom to see her staring down at the floor. When I notice the tears running down my face, I breathe out a sigh. "Mom," I call but she doesn't raise her head.

I get up from my seat and walk over to my mom, bringing her into a hug. "Don't cry." I say, rubbing her back and my mom sobs harder.

"If I was doing my job right, none of this would've happened..." My mom trails off and I pull away from her, looking straight into my mom's blue eyes that I inherited.

"Mom, you are great at what you do. Besides, this isn't your fault." I say and my mom sniffs, wiping away her tears. She shakes her head and rubs her nose.

"No, you were right. I didn't even help Jamie and here I am, thinking I am help Meghan. I can't do anything right!" My mom shouts in rage and I quickly step back, leaving my mom some space to cool down.

Whenever my mom is in these moods, I know not to be near her. I learnt last time when I tried to calm her down and she ended up kicking my shin.

And wow, she kicks hard.

"Mom, just breathe." I say and my mom grips at her hair, the tears beginning to fall again.

"Now Meghan is going to end up the same way Jamie did and it's all my fault!" My mom continues and I run a hand through my hair, just letting her talk and let out her thoughts.

Since my mom is a psychiatrist, she never usually gets time to speak her own thoughts and right now, I just have to let her do her thing since she never gets to.

"My baby girl is gone!" My mom shouts, clenching her fists. Suddenly, she looks at the wall beside her and my eyes widen in fear. I quickly grab my mom from behind and hold her arms so she doesn't punch the wall.

I begin to walk slowly backwards into the living room, ignoring my mom's protest to let her go and sit her gently on the couch. I quickly jog over to where her bag is and grab out her ADHD pills that she is suppose to take when she is in this mood.

I walk over to where my mom is and hand her the pill, knowing the she doesn't need water to swallow it. My mom quickly takes it and I grab the blanket on the couch and place it over her when she ends up falling down horizontally on the couch. I make sure my mom is comfortable and before I leave to go and sit in the kitchen, I grab the pillow that is on the couch and place it under her head.

I kiss my mom's forehead and watch as my mom looks ahead at the television that isn't even on. Her eyes begin to droop and I take this opportunity to walk into the kitchen to finish my water.

"My baby girl is gone!"

I breathe out a sigh and place my glass in the sink, walking out of the kitchen and glancing over at my mom who is quietly snoring.

"Goodnight, mom."

●●●

After quickly having a shower and getting dressed in a pair of sweatpants and my maroon hoodie that I had once gave Meghan to borrow, I walk down the stairs to see my mom still sleeping on the couch.

I walk over to her and shake her shoulder lightly, watching as my mom's eyes flutter open after a few seconds of shaking her arm. "H-Huh?" My mom mumbles and I step back and smile.

"Morning. I'm just going to go see Meghan." I say and my mom immediately sits up, tilting her neck until she hears a crack. She runs her hand through her hair and yawns.

"What time is it?" My mom asks and I place my hands in my pockets of my sweatpants.

"Eleven o'clock." I reply and my mom sighs.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll make an appearance after I get cleaned up." My mom says, throwing the blanket off her and I nod, heading towards the door. Before I leave though, I look over at my mom who is making her way towards the stairs.

I sigh and walk out the door, grabbing the keys out of my pocket and allow the thoughts to roam inside my head.

"She'll be fine, buddy."

I hope so.

●●●

A/N - Thoughts? Also, don't forget to vote and comment!

-XmysterysmileX