Tangled Love

CHAPTER 100

"What have you got there?" I ask Jake, inspecting his bags as he walks through the door. He exhales deeply and drops the bags onto the bed, a smile spreading across his face. I watch as he dramatically wiped an invisible line of sweat off his forehead before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll show you in a minute. Are you okay?" He asks noticing my worried expression. He takes a seat next to me, his smile fading away.

"The police just left," I mumble, fiddling with my hands. Jake sits up straighter at my words and his eyebrows shoot up —

"They did? Did you - "

I nod, cutting him off.

"Yes I told them exactly what you said and I left out the part about you and the other two bringing guns with you." I swallow the lump in my throat as I vision the way Jake aimed his gun straight at Jones. He looked so at ease holding the gun as if he'd done it many times before and it just reminded me of how little I know about his gang.

"Thank you," he replies quietly, sensing my unease with the conversation. He stands up quickly and grabs one of the bags on the bed, pulling it closer to him. I know instantly this is his way of changing the topic so we won't have to discuss it.

"I . . . picked you up a few things." Jake smiles, pulling out a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. He drops them onto the bed before pulling out pyjamas and fluffy socks.

"I know how much you love your pyjamas."

I smile, realising he'd brought me everything I need to make my stay more comfortable.

"Last but not least . . . " Jake says slowly, dropping a massive jar of Nutella in my lap. I squeal in delight and throw myself at Jake, my smile wider than ever.

"Thank you! You thought of everything." I say gratefully, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls me in closer, arms enveloping me into a massive bear hug.

"Anything to make you feel better." He murmurs down my ear before pulling back. I smile at him, searching his ocean blue eyes and wondering how I ever got so lucky.

"You're so sweet, completely opposite to the moody Jake I first laid eyes on." I tell him. Jake rolls his eyes at me playfully —

"I'm not moody and don't call me sweet."

"You're sweet," I repeat, pecking his lips. He huffs and crosses his arms childishly before lunging for me. I squeal and backed away, falling onto my back. He's on-top of me in seconds, his hands holding my wrists loosely over my head.

"Say that again. . . I dare you." he whispers loudly, his eyes trained straight onto mine. I bite back a smile, butterflies fluttering away inside my stomach.

"You, Jake Melvin, are sweet."

Before he has a chance to reply, the door opens and the doctor walks in once again interrupting us. Jake and I both freeze, realising how the position we're in looks from the outside. I close my eyes and let out a low groan —

"It's not how it looks Dr Green."

He sighs heavily, shaking his head disapprovingly.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Get off her please Mr Melvin." His voice is stern and demanding. Jake rolls his eyes but does as he says and I immediately miss his warmth.

"Emily's health be a joke to you but she really must rest."

A switch flips inside Jake's mind and he tenses, his shoulders squared defensively. He turns to look at the doctor, blue eyes narrowed like thin slits of

steel.

"You think this is a joke to me? That my girlfriend got shot? I've been here with her every single day, this is no joke." He says bluntly, his words icy and cold. I lean forward and reach for his hand, knowing the doctor had tread on a sensitive subject.

The doctor appears taken aback at Jake's words and instantly looks apologetic —

"That's not what I meant Mr Melvin, I just — "

Jake cut him off, shaking his head.

"I don't care what you meant, you still said it. Emily means the world to me so don't you dare accuse me of taking this as a joke. We were just having fun. . . You should try it sometime."

With that, he turns and leaves the room, slamming the door as he goes. I squeeze my eyes shut in frustration, knowing he's hurt by the doctors words. How much has all this effect him? I'd never even stopped to ask. I shake my head at my own stupidity and turn towards the doctor —

"When can I go home?" I ask him and the doctor shuffles uncomfortably from the drama that had unravelled.

"That's what I came to tell you Emily. With some rest, you can go home in a few days. We can prescribe you pain relief if you need it."

I nod my head, grateful to finally see an end to my stay in hospital. I give the doctor a small smile —

"Thank you Doctor Green, for everything."