36. Wyla

Chapter 36

The past eight hours have been absolute hell. I feel mentally fucking drained. Jett's finally here, I can't decide if I want to rage at him for taking fucking forever or have him hold me through the panic attack I've pushed down all day.

Stevie's okay. I keep looking at her to remind myself. She's okay. I'm not entirely sure I am though.

As we got discharged, one of the nurses told me I was okay to give Stevie some Benadryl tonight. I know the doctor said we were in the clear but I think the nurse could still see the panic in my eyes.

It takes about half an hour for the medicine to kick in and Stevie asks to go to sleep. I offer to let her sleep in my bed but she refuses, claiming she just wants Poppy to stay in her room with her .

Jett and I tuck her in, and even though I'm a little pissed I couldn't get a hold of him, I can see the pain in his eyes too. Witnessing everything was absolutely terrifying, but I know hearing it and not being able to get here right away tore Jett up too.

With about fifteen I love you's from the both of us, I shut her door and take what feels like my first actual breath in hours.

"Wy, look at me, baby." Jett tilts my chin up. "Are you okay?"

"No." It tumbles out of me along with all of my tears. Jett pulls me into him, then scoops me up, carrying me to my room. "You're carrying me princess style?"

The corner of his mouth pulls into the slightest smile. "Didn't seem like the time for over the shoulder." He settles us down on the bed and sighs. "I promise if you tell me to go sleep on the couch, I won't blame you… but I need to hold you for just a few minutes."

I rest my head on his chest, wrap my arm around his waist, and twisting my legs through his. "Don't you dare leave me. I may want to yell at you a little bit, but I need you here way more."

"You should yell. Wyla, I'm so sorry." He presses a long kiss to the top of my head.

I sigh. I know he means it. I know that even though I wish he would've had his phone, or given me a way to contact him in these instances, it was an accident. A simple mistake that he would change if he could. "Jett, I know you didn't do it on purpose. It was an emotional day, yeah, I wish I could've gotten a hold of you but all of it, from the phone being left, the fucking popsicle… it was an accident."

"Wyla, I've told you from the first day that you aren't alone anymore, but today you were. Don't make light of what happened, I should have been here." His hand brushes up and down my arm. "Me and you, Wy. That's what I told you."

I angle my head up to look at him. "Hey, it's still me and you. It's not going to be perfect all the time, but we'll do it together."

He opens his mouth to argue but I stop him.

"Yes, you weren't here when it happened but you're here now. Me and you, Jett, there's no going back."

His hold tightens. "No, there's not."