Jack And Jill: Dawn Of Forever Part 41

Jackson rested a hand on his shoulder. "You're not her psychiatrist. I'm not sure you ever really were."

Luke took a step back, collapsing into the chair, resting his head in his hands.

"She was taken while on her way to AJ's funeral. Whether you like it or not, she loved him and now she needs time to grieve. I think she's grieving more than just him, but she won't talk to me either right now."

Dr. Jones understood. Luke hated it.

"For now they're trying to bring her back from severe dehydration and starvation. They might have someone come evaluate her later."

"For?"

Jackson curled his lips and looked at the ceiling a moment. "She doesn't have much desire to ..."

"To what?"

He met Luke's eyes again. "Live."

Luke couldn't speak. He never imagined a world without Jessica, and he certainly never imagined a world with her having no desire to be in it with him.

"I don't want to, but I have to drive back to San Francisco to deal with some stuff. The nurses know how to contact me. You can stay as long as you realize they won't give you any information on her. Or I can take you home."

"I'm staying."

Jackson nodded.

Luke waited and watched for the changing of the guard. By eleven that night he didn't recognize any of the nurses, which meant they wouldn't recognize him.

He first grabbed some coffee from the cafeteria then strolled past the nurses' station like he knew exactly where he was going, even though he didn't know her room number.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you here to see someone?"

He smiled. "Yes. I'm here to see Jillian Knight."

"Are you family?"

"Yes. I'm Jackson, her brother."

The nurse typed Jillian's name into the computer. "Okay, Mr. Knight. She's probably sleeping, but we don't have any visitation restriction for family so you're more than welcome to sit with her."

"Thanks ... oh and one of the nurses from the previous s.h.i.+ft mentioned they might move her to a different room. Did they?"

The nurse looked at the screen. "I'm not sure. It says here that she's in room 420."

Luke shrugged. "They must have decided to leave her then. Have a good night."

He stood at her door for few moments to gain something resembling composure. Then he eased it open.

Curled into fetal position on her side, she hugged her pillow instead of lying on it, her arms desperate to hold something, to feel secure. He wanted to be that for her.

After setting the coffee on the windowsill, he pulled the chair as close to her bed as possible. Easing into it, he leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs. His hands ached to touch her, but he didn't.

Instead, he just looked at her. In many ways she was unrecognizable as the woman he knew. Her blond hair, frail body, and a road map of new scars. But the longer he let his eyes settle on her, the more he recognized-the tiny mole below her left earlobe and the way her nose occasionally twitched on its own, the way her eyelashes curled on her cheeks, the rhythm of her breath, and her hands. He knew their strength but never felt anything but love from their touch.

She jumped.

He froze.

But her eyes never opened. She made a soft noise, a heartbreaking noise. Then she silently sobbed into the pillow, but she wasn't awake. He fisted his hand against his mouth, fighting every urge to touch her.

She jumped again, her eyes flew open, her breath held captive in her chest. Luke refused to move, his own breath waiting for her to do or say something. Her eyes filled with tears and she buried her face in the pillow, her tiny body shaking. He'd give his own life to take away her pain, but it wasn't his to take anymore.

His hand moved toward hers. Letting just the tip of his finger touch the end of hers. He inched it up with the softest touch. Then, like a young child, she grabbed his finger and squeezed. Luke felt her touch in the deepest depths of his heart.

Red eyes met his, her chin quivering. She sat up and reached for him with both arms.

"D-don't say any-anything. J-just hold m-me. Please."

Luke lay next to her and held her in absolute reverence. She slid one of her legs between his as if she couldn't get close enough. Words congested his throat. There was so much to say, but he stayed silent. He would do anything to keep her in his arms. His own tears fell to the white sheets. How could she be so close yet an ocean away?

Life. Was. Cruel.

Jillian woke wrapped in Luke's arms. There were no words to describe how it felt. There were also no words to describe the shame, the guilt, the regret, the pain. That pain challenged every breath she took.

In a blink he would be gone again. That was the reality of her life. She had to be Jillian Knight to stay alive, and maybe that's why she questioned her desire to live. Being Jillian Knight was bearable with AJ Monaghan. Without him Jillian Knight felt like a waste of s.p.a.ce and time.

"Five minutes." Her voice was still scratchy, but at least she had one.

Luke pulled back a fraction to look at her, his brows drawn tight.

"For five minutes let's talk about anything but us. Let me feel normalcy again for just five minutes."

He continued to just look at her, then he nodded.

"How's Jones?"

"Still big."

She laughed. It felt good, like the smallest spark of life. When the silence enveloped them again, she realized he had nothing to ask her and why would he? He didn't know Jillian Knight.

"How about Lake?"

He chuckled. That felt good to her too. "She's contumacious."

"So, awesome?"

"Pretty much."

"And her leg?"

"She's h.e.l.l-bent on having one made to be able to wear high heels."

"You should make that happen for her."

"You think?"

She rested her cheek on his chest and fiddled with the collar of his s.h.i.+rt. "Absolutely. She's a young woman. Just because she lost her leg doesn't mean she should lose her right to feel s.e.xy."

He hummed, maybe in agreement or just in thought.

"So ... you sell Lascivio." He nudged the line, a very awkward line.

"I did. I'm not sure what I do now. But, yes, and I was good at it."

"Doesn't surprise me."

"That I sold it or that I was good at it?"

"Both."

"Still have my GTO?"

"I do still have my GTO."

"I miss it."

"Lucky GTO."

She pulled away and forced a smile as she sat up. Pain shot through her shoulder from where the arrow landed, as well as the st.i.tches on her chest and shoulder. Nothing hurt as much as Luke thinking she didn't miss him.

"I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. I think our five minutes are up." She touched her fingers to her throat.

"Can I get you some water?"

She nodded.

"I'll be right back."

Jackson's voice echoed a few seconds before he peeked into her room. "Are you decent?"

"f.u.c.k you."

"So you're feeling better." He smiled, but it wasn't genuine. It said, "I'm playing casual but I have bad news."

"I feel like s.h.i.+t. But let's be honest, I was bound naked in front of everyone. Not that I had much to begin with, but my dignity is gone."

"Luke's getting you water."

"As long as he doesn't throw it on me."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." She rested her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. "Tell me the bad news."

"What makes you think I have bad news?"

"Nine months in the womb together. Just spill it."

"Irene was Knox's ex-wife."

"Yesterday's news."

"She was Meredith Baker too."

Jillian opened one eye. "Seriously?"

Jackson nodded.

"Is this where you give me the lecture about how you should have ignored me and followed your instincts to kill her?"

"That's on the docket, but not today. She spent five years in a mental inst.i.tution."

"I know."

"Her two accomplices were in there with her. She got out on her own-good behavior and pa.s.sing the discharge evaluation-but she helped them escape after she got out. In exchange for their freedom, they agreed to help her carry out her revenge."

"What were they in for?"

"He killed his two younger brothers when he was sixteen ... with his bare hands. Blamed it on his ADD meds. She killed her boss after he wouldn't give her a raise."

"Anything else?"

"Yes."

She opened both eyes. He acted weird, even for him.

"It's about Mom and Dad."

"I ... I already know."

"I don't think you do."

"Mom had an affair of sorts with Knox."