Sold? Oh Please.

"You don't have to be here you know that right?" Krystal sighed. As they wheeled her into her recovery room. 

"I do remember someone crying hot desperate tears as she was being rolled into the OR, 'I'm scared boss, I'm so scared' how was I supposed to walk away from that?" He laughed softly. 

Krystal pouted as she tried to hit him but only ended up regretting the endeavour as she held her head and winced. "Hey, no rough play you two." The nurse wheeling her in scolded them.

"Tell him to stop making fun of me. Why would he do that?" She pouted.

"Have you never heard of being high?" He smiled. "I believe it went something like this..."

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I can't... I can't do this Jonathan tell them. I can't do this." Krystal gripped the edge of the bed as she looked at the ceiling like it was about to eat her.

"Krystal you are okay, you'll be fine." Jonathan tried to soothe her, and ease her tension. The poor girl was already gripping the bed all her knuckles turning white.

"No, no I can't." Tears slipped down the sides of her face. "No I can't." She cried.

"Well it's too late, you're already almost there." 

"If I die, don't you dare tell Karen it's because I was in a surgery. That useless girl has been so annoying this past few days tell her it was a car accident that it's a curse in our family and she's next." Krystal giggled. "I like to see how she lives the rest of her life walking everywhere." She slurred with a mischievous glint in those haze filled eyes. 

"That doesn't seem very nice, Ms. Young." The nurse tending to her IV commented.

And Krystal's face fell, "I guess not. But still don't tell her about the surgery."

"I guess high or not you're still insistent on that one fact." Jonathan sighed.

"I am. She should never know I'm suffering. I wouldn't want that on her conscience, she's a kid she supposed to be difficult. I don't want her to grow up to fast." Krystal said, blinking profusely. 

"Why are you doing that?" Jonathan asked, "are you okay?"

"Perhaps you should start by shooing that butterfly away, it keeps trying to poke my eyes, eek!" She gasped and Jonathan and the nurses looked at each other.

"Damn I wish I brought a camera, this is gold."

"I do wish you brought a camera, because I can never believe I said or did any of those things." She harumphed. 

Again Jonathan looked at the nurse, who was already giggling. "I suppose the security footage would suffice." She suggested.

"That would be great, thank you Clarice." Jonathan said as he gave her a mist charming smile, turning the nurses ears red. 

"Ofcourse." She bowed haphazardly and disappeared from the room. 

Krystal regarded him with a crooked brow. "Really? The nurse?" She asked.

"What?" 

"You had the time to learn the nurses names while I was fighting for my life?" She scoffed.

Jonathan smiled, ofcourse she couldn't know what he went through because of her, she couldn't even know that she really was fighting for her life. But he wasn't about to make her aware of it either. 

"Why are you smiling like that?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing, nevermind me."

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It must have passed half an hour that Katherine stared at Jessie door. How did she know? Her second cup of coffee had become cold, again. Tossing the contents in the sink she decided it was foolish to just stand outside and not actually go in. "Jessie?" She called out as she knocked the door. 

"I'm not in here" a muffled voice said through the door and Katherine fought the urge to smile.

"Oh?"

"Go away Katherine, I don't want to talk to anyone." She said bitterly. 

"Jessie..." Katherine cooed.

"If you come in here, you're not going to ask me any questions about my life. Are we clear?"

"Then what would we talk about?" Katherine gasped incredulously. "Your life is so interesting it's my only entertainment." 

"Stop it."

"Fine, fine. We'll talk about the latest drama on tv." She sighed.

"I don't watch TV and neither do you." She said matter of factly. 

"Fine, my dad has been sending me secret notes." Katherine sighed. There was silence at first, then Jessie's door clicked and when she opened Katherine gasped. 

Dark circles, red eyes. Her entire face was red and the tears that dried on her face were more than evident. Her hair... Katherine didn't want to think about her hair. All in all she looked horrible. 

"Don't." Jessie ordered. "We are talking about your father, that's all."

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"Tony you have to stop this madness for crying out loud!" Mary yelled. "Patricia is not going to let this go." 

Tony gave her a pointed look. "You are not going to deter me, Mary. It's high time someone stood up to that witch." 

"Yes I agree, but not like this." She insisted. "Not like this. Please consider your family, your sweet little girls." Mary said trying to appeal to his better judgement. 

Tony laughed. "Jessie is like family to me as well, and do you even want to believe what she's been through?" He asked. 

"Tony..."

"Yesterday I called her, I have never heard her cry like that. I have never heard her sound like that. When she was at her lowest I wasn't there, I couldn't help her..."

"You thought she was dead Tony." Mary stated. 

"But she wasn't, and it irks me anything I realise that she must have cried like that many more times before." Tony said. "She's going to pay Mary. Patricia is going to pay for everything, and I'm going to make her pay with my own two hands." 

"And if you lose your life? She is not opposed to killing you, you know. It wouldn't be the first time." Mary warned.