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WARNINGS: Mentions of rape and abuse

Jimmy sat in the cold, dingy-white hospital waiting room. The scent of its overly-cleaned atmosphere made him sick to his stomach. He never did like hospitals. He'd been in and out of them throughout his life: dying family members, broken bones that had been caused by him "falling." Him and his sister knew that the statement was unbelievably false.

But his eyes soon began to get heavier…and heavier…

"I said get up, you little bitch!" The terrifying familiar voice screamed out. The little girl laid helpless and huddled on the ground, afraid to look up at the monster above her. "Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He kicked her in the side and she whimpered in pain.

Jimmy couldn't take any more of this. He ran towards the vicious figure and kicked him. "Leave her alone!"

The man turned to him now, that same evil glare plastered onto his face. "You get off me, you fucking faggot!" Grabbing onto the boy's shirt, he hurled him across the room. The boy hit the edge of the bed. He could hear the bones in his arm just snap in half, the sharp, stabbing, ripping pain following.

"Son?"

Jimmy's eyes shot open, his breaths heavy and labored. He was at the hospital still. It was just a dream….he fell asleep. There was a doctor in powder blue scrubs, stained with blood. It must've been her blood.

"She's alright, if you would like to see her."

He knew the man was talking about the girl. He had been waiting for her to come out of surgery for hours. It was about one in the afternoon. He told his mother he was at school, but he skipped. He had to stay with this girl until she woke up again. He just had to…

He nodded and followed the doctor down winding hallways until they reached a little room at the end of the final hall. The doctor grabbed onto the doorknob and was about to turn it when he remembered, "Now, just remember to keep calm around her. She's still very exhausted and she's gone through a lot of trauma in the past 24 hours." The boy nodded furiously and waited to be let in.

The door was opened to him and he walked inside carefully. There she was, the same beautiful bloodied girl he had seen before. She was dressed in a plain white hospital gown that made her look like an angel. Her head was bandaged, her mess of curls pulled up behind her head. She seemed to be asleep still, her eyes gently shut. He went to go and sit next to her, grabbing onto her hand just like he did earlier. She stirred and quietly awoke, seeing the familiar black-tipped, tattooed hand in hers.

A smile spread across her face as she looked up at him. "Hi again."

He just acknowledged her with a nod, not finding words that were strong enough.

"Why don't you talk?"

He shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

"You're kind of strange, you know…"

"I'm not…" he mumbled, realizing that he opened his mouth.

She let out a small giggle, obviously in pain. "I knew that would get you…"

The tiniest smile ever had made its way across his own face. "So, um, how are you feeling?"

"Much better…Well, I guess the Novacaine helped a bit…" Her jolly face soon faded, turning into a painful one. "I lost my baby though…" She felt him squeeze her hand when the tears began to flow. "I guess that's a good thing though… I can go home again."

"They kicked you out because you were pregnant?" He asked in his normal quiet voice.

She looked at him and then at the foot of her bed. "I….just…. It's hard to explain…"

He nodded, knowing that she didn't want to talk about it. She was so pretty, even when she was upset. He took just one look at the girl and immediately fell head over heels for her. He wondered how a girl so pretty could even feel pain like he did. She seemed so surreal. So otherworldly. Like she was some sort of doll rather than a girl. He just glanced down at his pale hand wrapped around her soft, dark one. For such a bloodied girl, her skin was so beautiful and soft. Everything about her just seemed so perfect….

"What's your name anyway?" she asked, finally looking into his green eyes.

"I'm Jimmy." He said sincerely, a bit louder than intended.

"Short for James?" He nodded, wincing as she said that. "I love that name…"

"I don't….reminds me of my father…" He scowled, looking away from her.

"His name was James too?"

"Yeah…the bastard…"

"You two don't get along?" She asked, not knowing the half of it.

He shook his head and sighed. "I haven't seen him since I was seven. He left…."

"I'm sorry…"

He just shook the thoughts from his head, changing the subject back. "So what did you get saddled with?"

"I didn't get saddled with anything." She said defensively back. "My name's-!"

But before she could say anything, the door to the room flew open. A nurse stood in it, smiling happily. "Your father's here, dear. He wants to see you."

Panic just lines her face right away, holding onto Jimmy's hand even harder. "Keep him away from me. I don't want to see him."

"But it's your father…"

"II don't care! I want to be away from him!"

The nurse sighed and nodded, heading back out the door. The two of them could hear angry shouts from outside. They sounded so much like Jimmy's father…well, stepfather. Brad. The motherfucker. The one who made his life a living hell-on-earth since the moment he showed up. He looked over at the girl who had tears in her eyes and a look of fear covering her face.

"How did he know I was here?" she wondered out loud to herself.

"Why don't you want to see him?"

"I-I can't explain…"

He grabbed onto her hand tighter and looked her right in the eyes. "You can tell me."

She became silent right away, trying to find the correct words to say. "Ok…" she muttered quietly. "My parents got in a huge fight when I was little. My mom was leaving and she tried to take me with her. But my daddy loved her. He threatened to kill her and then kill himself if she left… He shot her. I watched her die." Tears were already beginning. She leaned onto him, crying. He wrapped his arms around her. It felt so wonderful to have her in his arms like this…

"Then what?" he whispered to her.

"He always blamed me for her death and he never loved me. He hit me one day. It was terrifying. He noticed that it made me listen because I was so afraid. So he kept on doing it and…" she took a moment to sob even harder. "And it worked. I let him hit me. I let him kick me and push me…" She could hardly talk by now she was so choked up. "A-And one night, he came into my room because I was crying. He climbed into my bed next to me and held me. I thought it was finally over… But he told me that I reminded him so much of my mother…and that he still loved her. I asked him how he could still love her if she was gone. A-And…" She grabbed onto him even tighter, his shoulder soaking wet with tears by now. "And then he kissed me and touched me…and the next thing I knew he was-"

"Stop…." He shuddered, pulling away from her. "Please don't…"

She wiped her tears and gave him a confused look, her hand on his shoulder. But he pushed it away. How could he think of this now? He was finally happy. This girl made him happy…

"What's the matter?" she asked gently.

"I go through the same thing…." He whispered, barely audible.

His sister's sobs fill the hallway. He knew what just happened. And he knew it would be his turn next. The fiend stands in the doorway.

"Hello, Jimmy…" the man smiles twistedly. The boy knew that he liked to be brief with him since Jimmy always put up such a fight. "Get down, you faggot…"

"Fuck you, you bastard!" The boy shoutes, before receiving a blow to the face.

"I said get down!"

When he refuses to oblige the man forces him down, overpowering the boy immediately. Jimmy can just feel the hot breath against his neck. The hands on his body. The cruel whispering voice.

He was crying now. He never cried. He was the brave one, the one who never let his feelings show. But he felt like he could be anything around this girl…including a normal boy. She held onto his hand like he did for her as he let everything out.

"I'm such a goddamn coward…" he sobbed. "I let him take advantage of her….and me…"

"Who?"

"My sister…." He sniffled, still holding tight onto him. "He's always attacking her…She's so innocent. She's never done anything… And I can't help her…"

She let him continue to cry. He felt so wonderful that he could tell this girl anything. He was so happy that someone could finally understand him and that he wasn't being judged.

"My father was the one who got me pregnant." She finally said quietly. "When he learned about it, he beat me and left me there…then you found me." She made sure he was looking her in the eyes when she said, "You saved me, Jimmy."

He couldn't contain himself. He just leapt forward and hugged her, not caring what kind of pain she could be in because of it. She didn't seem to mind though, hugging him back. They both were so happy at the moment. They had someone to understand them, someone who believed them and cared….Maybe even loved.

"I still don't know your name…" he whispered.

She smiled and whispered back, "It's-"

But the door flew open again, this time the doctor was back. He glared at Jimmy and told him strictly, "You need to go now, son. She needs her rest…"

Jimmy never wanted to leave. He felt so perfect here…But he had to go home to his hellhole. When he was half-way out the door, he turned back to the girl and smiled. "I'll come by tomorrow, ok?"

She nodded and smiled back. "Ok…"

And he left with the smile on his face….all thanks to his Whatsername…

A/N: Awwww! Aren't they so cute?

SaintWhatsername *heart*

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