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Chapter 11

"Sir, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but you can't see her for at least twenty four hours."

"Why not?" Jon asked with an unsteady voice.

"She's going to be undergoing a psychiatric evaluation. The manner of her injuries, and given her past scars we're going to make sure she'll be okay." the doctor explained.

"But, she's physically alright though?" Rob asked, stepping forward.

"Well, she lost a lot of blood. We had to administer some to her, and for the most part she is fine. Our main concern is honestly why she injured herself. Do you know if she's had any stress, or depression lately? Know of any issues that may make her feel lost, or confused?" the doctor asked.

Mox and Rob exchanged knowing glances, "She has been under some stress." Jon muttered.

The doctor said a few more words, and explained about the evaluation before taking his leave.

"So basically what he's saying is "Go home because you're not seeing her, and we don't want you hanging around for no reason."" Jon said.

"Yeah." Rob answered, "Come on man, lets head home."

Jon was silent on the way home, tension and stress iminating off of him in waves. Rob gripped the steering wheel of his truck so hard his knuckles turned white. A part of him blamed Jon for this, even though he would never admit it.

With Jon out of her life Allie was happy, and healthy. The minute Jon walks back in he turns her life upside down. Rob knew he didn't actually feel this way deep down, but it was there...on the surface because of his rage and worry over Allie.

If anything happened to her...no, he pushed the thought away.

"She's going to be okay." he said out loud. More to himself than to Jon, but it drew the younger man out of his thoughts.

"I know, because she's a fighter." Jon whispered.

"Hell yes she is." Rob agreed.

"But you know, this, all this fucking mess is my fault." he was still whispering, and staring out the window as they drove through the night.

"The last time she was laying in a hospital bed it was because a psychopath put her there, and this time...well...it's because I put her there."

"Jon, you didn't have anything to do with this."

Suddenly, Jon screamed at the top of his voice, and Rob pulled the truck over to the side of the dark highway. As soon as the wheels stopped rolling Jon jumped out, grabbing at his hair and groaning as if in pain.

Rob jumped out and stood watching him. His breath showing in the cold night air. He hadn't seen Jon like this for a while...

"Jon." he said sternly.

Mox kept pulling at his hair, bending over and screaming and groaning at the top of his voice.

"Jon!" Rob said firmly as he walked towards him.

He grabbed his shoulders, and before Jon knew what he was doing he had landed a hard punch on Rob's jaw. Rob stepped back, and rubbed his jaw. He had a look of total disbelief in his eyes, and before he could stop himself he'd punched Jon back, knocking him on his backside.

Rob put every ounce of strength he had into the hit, and it felt good to let off some steam. He walked away to keep from doing something else stupid, and Jon stayed sitting on the cold ground. A few minutes later Rob came walking back. He stared at Jon, and Jon pulled himself up off the ground and got back in the truck.

Rob joined him a few moments later, "Better now?" he asked.

"A little." Jon said.

"Good."

They reached Jon's house and neither of them spoke. Jon went straight for the shower while Rob locked himself in Allie's old bedroom with the weight bench. He was doing reps, and he'd lost count whenever Jon opened the door, propping a hip on the doorway.

Rob grunted on the last lift, and set the bar up. Jon's eyes scanned the room. He hadn't really been in there since he'd been back. Rob sat up and wiped sweat off his shirtless body with the t-shirt he'd discarded.

Jon was staring at the floor, "This is all my fault."

"I don't think its all your fault." Rob replied.

"So you do think its partly because of me."

"I think you got involved in something you shouldn't have. I think you're too intense for Allie sometimes. You forget she's still so young, Jon. She's only 21. You're six years older than her. I think she was lost, and confused and not sure who to trust. And you come in and let her sleep with you knowing what was going to happen!"

Silence fell on the room again and Rob was the first one to break it, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, you did." Jon said.

"Okay," Rob shrugged, "I did mean it. I know you two love each other, but I worry about the two of you and how you will make it work. You're both pretty fucked up."

"I know, right." Jon smirked, "I just hope she'll be okay...and that she'll forgive me."

"I hope so too." Rob whispered as he laid back on the bench and picked up the bar again, "I really do."

The next night Jon and Rob went back to the hospital to see Allie. Rob waited outside while Jon went in to see her. She was awake, and alert. The moment he walked into the room she called out to him with tear-filled eyes.

"I didn't mean to do it, Jon! I promise. I didn't mean for it to go that far..."

He was by her side in an instant, holding her hand and kissing her forehead. "I know, baby. I'm so sorry Allie. I always find a way to fuck up your life no matter what. Even when I'm trying to fix it." he sighed, "I just love you so much."

"I love you too." she whispered.

"What?" His blue eyes stared down into her gray ones.

"I love you too, Jon."

"What about Mark?" he asked.

"Its over. He broke it off, and now after everything I finally realize what I want." she whispered as she closed her eyes and he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Is there room for two in that bed?" he asked in her ear.

"There's always room for you." she said simply while scooting over.

Once he was settled in the bed, Allie's head resting comfortably on his chest he whispered, "No more of this, Allie. No more of this shit. Hurting yourself is wrong, and you know it. You know it, Allie. You lived through it once...why did you go back to it?" he asked.

"I don't know. I don't want to even think about how stupid I was. I just want you to hold me." she whispered.

He obliged, and soon Allie drifted off into a peaceful sleep.