Chapter Five
Jaxon
Dr. Hattie smiled at my Aunt and I before she left the room. I got up cautiously and my Aunt looked up from her book. She raised an eyebrow but didn't ask any questions.
I tiptoed over to Grace's half of the room and peeked around the curtain. I knew that by her being in a hospital it meant she had been hurt in some way, but the sight in front of me caused me to inhale sharply.
She was lying on top of her blankets which exposed her bare legs. They were covered in deep scratches and her left leg was covered in a long cast. Her arm was also in a cast that went from her shoulder down to her fingers and she had IV's in every spot one could be placed. On top of everything, she had deep yellowish black bruises covering most of her skin.
"I can hear you breathing you know," The girl said, making me jump.
Real smooth, Jaxon. I thought darkly.
"Sorry, I just thought you'd like a visitor. I didn't know if you were sleeping or not." I said sheepishly.
Grace laughed and I smiled at the sound. "It would help if I knew who my visitor was."
"Why don't you open your eyes?" I joked, "Then you'd be able to tell."
She paused slightly before answering, a faint blush sweeping across her cheekbones. "I'm blind now, so it wouldn't help if they were open."
I cursed quietly, smacking myself on the head. "What happened to you?"
She shuddered at what I assumed was a memory. "You don't have to answer," I amended quickly.
She shook her head, "I was in an accident, my car was hit by a semi-truck and everyone died but me."
"Shit." I responded, poor girl.
She nodded, "My thoughts exactly... my name is Grace. What's yours?"
I hesitated slightly, unsure if she would freak out when I told her. Maybe she wouldn't put two and two together. Not every guy named Jaxon in Ireland was in a famous band.
"My name is Jaxon, or Jax for short." I answered.
She nodded, "That's what I thought. You've been visiting the man next to me- is he your uncle?"
I nodded in response but when she didn't reply I felt like a fool.
She can't see you, you moron.
"Yeah, he's my Uncle Pete." I said quietly.
"I'm sorry, it must be awful. Is he doing any better?" She asked with genuine concern.
"He's still in a coma. The doctors aren't sure if he'll wake up... he could have permanent brain damage."
She frowned, a cute dimple forming on her cheek. "I'm sorry. I hope that he gets better really quick. I'm sure with a family like yours he will be back in no time."