Chapter 64

Jessica's POV

I got out of the hiding spot and went to hug Luke. I don't know what's gotten to me but hearing his voice and looking at him standing infront of me, alive and well, got me so much happier than it really should have.

"You should have been careful." he whispered in my ears and we pulled apart. The whole room was a mess and covered in blood as people lay on scarlet red floor, limp and unconscious.

"I am so glad I got here on time." He said as he started to stroke my cheeks with his gloved hand and I smiled at him.

"Boss, to your 6o'clock direction!" One of the snipers warned and as soon as we heard his warning, a gunshot went off and before I had the chance to move or process the situation, Luke hugged me and turned me around.

Continuous gunshots were heard and soon after every gunshot, Luke hissed and his grip on me loosened.

I stood there, unable to believe the sight infront of me. He went limp in my hands and fell to the floor, clinging to me. The gunshot soon stopped as Team1 members walked inside the room with Xavier shotting Will who was barely supporting himself as he shot his gun towards us.

I didn't even have the energy left to give two fucks about the asshole as Luke lay in my arms, unconscious. Looking at Luke infront of me, with his eyes closed and limp in my arms, my hands being bloodied by his own blood, I couldn't bring myself to think or do anything.

He got the bullets for me, not once but twice and this time, not just one bullet but several. I started shaking him and called out his name desperately but his eyes remained closed. As I kept shaking, he started to cough and tears dropped to his cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe and stroke my face.

"I regret not telling you sooner." His voice was barely audible and he started to cough even harder this time.

"I love you." He whispered the last part as he went limp and closed his eyes.

I held onto him and cried but someone took him away from me and i took my gun out and raised it at Xavier who had him in his arms.

"Jess, we've got to get him treated ASAP. There's no time left for you to cling onto him. There's still a faint vital and he might survive." I could barely make out the features of Xavier and he walked out of the room, heading to the rooftop where the helicopter was waiting for them.

Wiping my tears, I climbed out of the window and got to the rooftop where Xaiver and others were running up the stairs and put him to strecher. I got to the helicopter as well and left the building ASAP.

The nearest hospital is ten minutes' drive from here so it won't take long for us to reach there. When we got to the roof of the hospital, doctors and nurses were waiting and I ran after them with Luke on the stretcher and a doctor on top of him, doing CPR on him.

I was stopped by the nurses infront of the operating room and as much as I wanted to shoot all of them dead and follow Luke to the operation table, I couldn't because I was already a crying mess to do anything.

I sat on a nearby bleacher and held my head between my bloody hands. The last words of Luke kept ringing in my ears and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks.

He fucking told me he loved me, why didn't he tell me sooner? Why did it have to be who took the bullets and not me? Why? Why is life so unfair? What did I do wrong to deserve so much pain?

Why did it have to be him who I felt relaxed with after finding out the truth behind my own identity? Why did it have to be him?!?!

I cried and cried, not knowing how long a large hand had started to stroke my back. I looked up and Xaiver sat next to me with worry and sympathy in his eyes. I started to hit him as I broke down all over again.

"Why? Why is it him? It was for me, why did he have to take the bullet?" I cried as I hit him all over again and he never complained once and took all the hits till I was out of energy and lay there, staring into nothingness.

"He will survive. I know he will. We both know how strong he is." He then passed me wet wipes and that's when I realized the dried-up blood covering my hands and clothes.

"If you don't want to leave this place, I will respect your choice but get your hands and face wiped."

"No, I will go and wash my face." I stood up and walked towards the bathroom reading the map of the hospital, not bothering to ask people as I might scare them away.

I ignored people's stares as I walked towards the hospital. I would have paid much more attention to them if I was in the mood but I just wasn't in the right mood to care about their opinions on me.

When I walked inside and looked at the mirror, I almost couldn't recognize myself as I looked like I've been swimming in a pool filled with blood. My face was unrecognizable at how it was smeared up with Luke's blood all over my face.

I washed my face and hands till all the dried blood was washed off. I was much cleaner but my eyes were still bloodshot from crying.

Looking at myself, I couldn't help myself as I broke down again.

It was too much pain for me to handle it on my own and I took out my phone which was tucked away in one of my cargo pants pockets and called Rose. She picked it up as cheerfully as she always did and it only made me cry harder.

Her worried tone asked me what was wrong as I kept crying with Rose listening in from the other end. I managed to say something but I don't even remember what I said. I probably shouldn't have called but I want Rose to be by my side after all I've gone through.

I can't bring it in myself to go back to the waiting room, to read bold letters of 'In Operation' glowing because it reminds me of the hardship doctors are going through, trying to save Luke.

It's all my fault he is on death table, it was because I didn't train well and put him in danger. It was all my fault and after everything I've done, I can't do anything to bring him back to life. I felt so miserable and useless sitting inside the bathroom stall.

I cried again in the bathroom, all the tears that my eyes produced that day still remains a huge history because I never cried this much, reading my deceased mom's letter or finding out the truth behind their death.

I've never cried this much in my life and no matter how much i cry, it only made it worse, be it the headache I got from crying, my eyes aching from crying too much or not being able to feel myself.

But all the pain meant nothing and I can give away my life if it means that Luke will be fine. I will give everything I have if it means that I will be in Luke's place like I was supposed to from the very beginning.

But I knew too well, nothing in this world can change whatever had already happened and I had to trust Luke and the doctors.

"Jess! Jess! Jessica Scott!" Someone started to pound on bathroom stalls and I got out of the stall upon hearing a very familiar voice call out to me.

My best friend, Rosalind Taylor.