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him.”
“Jase…”
“Promise me Nev, promise me you’ll find my brother and help him. Whatever is happening…he needs you.”
I chuckle softly. “You give me too much credit, for all we know he could be married with a bunch of kids.”
“No,” he whispers. “I know that if Whiskey wasn’t in trouble, he would have come home.”
I don’t tell Jase about the weird emails I have been getting. I don’t tell him because he doesn’t need that stress. He doesn’t need any more pain. He just needs to feel comfort and happiness before he…god…I clench my eyes shut. Thank god he can’t see the pain on my face, I know it would only make him question me further and he doesn’t need that right now. For now, I just have to do everything I can to find Whiskey so he can say goodbye.
“Ok, well, you know I’ll do everything I can , Jase. I promise.”
He hugs me closer. “I know, Nev…I know.”
~*~*~*~*
The next week passes in a blur. Jase continues with his treatment and I continue to hunt Whiskey down. I’m getting frustrated now. Whoever emailed me, never got back to me. Frustrated, I sent a few emails to that address, only to come up with nothing. My time is running short and I’m losing time to be able to help Jase. If I don’t find Whiskey, I know it’ll break him. It’s not how he wants it to end for him. I still refuse to believe there’s not hope, I am praying every morning and night that somehow, we find some miracle.
I head up to the hospital on a Saturday morning. I’m not working today, so I’m going to sit and do some puzzles with Jase. I know how lonely he gets, even though he spends a lot of time sleeping because he feels so ill. I walk down the halls, grateful to be off shift. When I get to Jase’s room, I hear the commotion before I see it. I hear yelling and screaming. Rushing in, I see Jase’s parents standing by the window as he throws things across the room in a rage. I’ve never seen Jase so…upset.
“Jase?” I whisper, then I drop my bags and rush over.
I grip his arm just as he lifts the drip stand to hurl across the room. I put both my hands on his arm and I can feel him trembling.
“Hey you, come on now, stop that.”
He turns his brown eyes to mine and he’s panting with rage. I reach up and stroke his cheek, gently murmuring calming words to him. In a moment, his breathing evens out. I take him and force him to sit down on the chair by the window, then I crouch in front of him and take his face into my hands. I stroke my thumb over his cheek, completely ignoring his parents. He’s hurting, for what reason I don’t know but right now he just needs to calm down.
“What’s happening handsome?” I murmur, gripping his hand and squeezing it.
“What’s happening is he’s stopping his treatment!” His mother cries.
My whole world spins. Jase meets my gaze and I can see the answer in them. She’s not telling a lie. He’s stopping his treatment. He’s…stopping his treatment. I suck in a sharp breath and stumble backwards, managing to get to my feet. Jase stands, reaching out to me. I turn my head away, trying to force back the tears that are burning in my eyes. If he stops the treatment that means he’ll die.
“Nev…”
“You’re stopping your treatment? But that’ll mean…that’ll mean…”
“He’ll die!” His father barks.
I grip the bed railing and hear myself panting as I search Jase’s gaze for something…anything to make him change his mind.
“I’m going to die anyway,” he whispers.
“Jase,” I rasp.
“No, you all need to listen to me for a damn minute!” he cries.
“Jase, honey…” his mother cuts in.
I put a wobbly hand up. “Let him talk.”
I don’t really want to hear what Jase has to say, but I owe it to him to listen. He sighs and rubs his face, then he sits on his chair again, weak after only a moment of being up. I can see the torture in his face, I can see he’s fighting with himself over this. It
“Jase…”
“Promise me Nev, promise me you’ll find my brother and help him. Whatever is happening…he needs you.”
I chuckle softly. “You give me too much credit, for all we know he could be married with a bunch of kids.”
“No,” he whispers. “I know that if Whiskey wasn’t in trouble, he would have come home.”
I don’t tell Jase about the weird emails I have been getting. I don’t tell him because he doesn’t need that stress. He doesn’t need any more pain. He just needs to feel comfort and happiness before he…god…I clench my eyes shut. Thank god he can’t see the pain on my face, I know it would only make him question me further and he doesn’t need that right now. For now, I just have to do everything I can to find Whiskey so he can say goodbye.
“Ok, well, you know I’ll do everything I can , Jase. I promise.”
He hugs me closer. “I know, Nev…I know.”
~*~*~*~*
The next week passes in a blur. Jase continues with his treatment and I continue to hunt Whiskey down. I’m getting frustrated now. Whoever emailed me, never got back to me. Frustrated, I sent a few emails to that address, only to come up with nothing. My time is running short and I’m losing time to be able to help Jase. If I don’t find Whiskey, I know it’ll break him. It’s not how he wants it to end for him. I still refuse to believe there’s not hope, I am praying every morning and night that somehow, we find some miracle.
I head up to the hospital on a Saturday morning. I’m not working today, so I’m going to sit and do some puzzles with Jase. I know how lonely he gets, even though he spends a lot of time sleeping because he feels so ill. I walk down the halls, grateful to be off shift. When I get to Jase’s room, I hear the commotion before I see it. I hear yelling and screaming. Rushing in, I see Jase’s parents standing by the window as he throws things across the room in a rage. I’ve never seen Jase so…upset.
“Jase?” I whisper, then I drop my bags and rush over.
I grip his arm just as he lifts the drip stand to hurl across the room. I put both my hands on his arm and I can feel him trembling.
“Hey you, come on now, stop that.”
He turns his brown eyes to mine and he’s panting with rage. I reach up and stroke his cheek, gently murmuring calming words to him. In a moment, his breathing evens out. I take him and force him to sit down on the chair by the window, then I crouch in front of him and take his face into my hands. I stroke my thumb over his cheek, completely ignoring his parents. He’s hurting, for what reason I don’t know but right now he just needs to calm down.
“What’s happening handsome?” I murmur, gripping his hand and squeezing it.
“What’s happening is he’s stopping his treatment!” His mother cries.
My whole world spins. Jase meets my gaze and I can see the answer in them. She’s not telling a lie. He’s stopping his treatment. He’s…stopping his treatment. I suck in a sharp breath and stumble backwards, managing to get to my feet. Jase stands, reaching out to me. I turn my head away, trying to force back the tears that are burning in my eyes. If he stops the treatment that means he’ll die.
“Nev…”
“You’re stopping your treatment? But that’ll mean…that’ll mean…”
“He’ll die!” His father barks.
I grip the bed railing and hear myself panting as I search Jase’s gaze for something…anything to make him change his mind.
“I’m going to die anyway,” he whispers.
“Jase,” I rasp.
“No, you all need to listen to me for a damn minute!” he cries.
“Jase, honey…” his mother cuts in.
I put a wobbly hand up. “Let him talk.”
I don’t really want to hear what Jase has to say, but I owe it to him to listen. He sighs and rubs his face, then he sits on his chair again, weak after only a moment of being up. I can see the torture in his face, I can see he’s fighting with himself over this. It
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