Jake's POV
I sat in the hard plastic seat in the hospital, my head buried in my hands. The smell of disinfectant, and old perfume lingering in the air. There were other people here too, but I tried not to stare.
I don't even know how we got here. It all happened so fast I barely had time to think straight. One minute she was there, and the next... I stopped my train of thoughts, not wanting to recount the most frightening event of my life.
"Jake," I heard my name being called, then slowly brought my head up. My eyes met a pair of green ones staring down at me with empathy.
"Is she okay?" I asked, standing up. She just smiled sadly at me.
"Maybe you should go home, your mother has been calling me. She's worried." I shook my head profusely.
"No," I said firmly. "I need to be here when
