A Different Kind of Reputation

With thirty minutes and school work separating Talia and Jason apart from each other, they have to figure out ways to be the best they can be for their baby. From being the school bad boy back in high school, to being the football star daddy in college, Jason has to figure out ways to fit back in with the crowd and keep his reputation as a father. From being the school nerd to the scholar mommy, Natalia has to figure out ways to let loose and have fun while keeping her reputation as a mother. Find out what goes on in this crazy life of Jason and Natalia in the second book, A Different Kind of Reputation.

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31. Chapter Thirty One

Throughout these next few chapters, you're going to hear a lot about Jackson and a lot about his and Talia's past, also about Matt and who he is! Exciting stuff!! Comment comment comment!!'

Natalia's POV

I listened as my professor explained medical procedures, being extremely grossed out as the pictures of what goes on during these surgeries came up on the big screen in the lecture hall. Looking around at everyone, I watched as they wrote down specific notes on what they need or want to know and then I looked to my paper. Four pages of notes, front and back on every single thing that was said. How to perform open heart surgery. How to tend a bullet wound. How to provide stitches. How to fix a dislocated shoulder. Luckily for me, I already know how to give stitches and how to tend a bullet wound, thanks to Becca, my neighbor from last year's shooting outside.

I took a quick glance down at my phone noticing the hundreds of texts from Jason and Matt and the constant calls on my phone. Twenty missed calls. I excused myself to the bathroom and checked the texts that appeared on my phone.

From: Matt

Call me

From Matt:

Emergency

From Babe:

9-11

I stopped the messages there and called Matt quickly, pacing the bathroom tiles.

"It's about damn time! I've been calling and texting for hours!"

"I was in class. What's wrong? Why am I getting 9-11 texts from Jason?"

"Jason got hurt in practice, Natalia. It's bad,"

"How bad?"

"They said broken leg and a major concussion. Maybe a couple broken and fractured ribs,"

"What?! What the hell goes on in practice?!"

"Can you get to the hospital?"

"Which one?"

"Funny you should ask that. NYU medical center."

"Okay, I'll be there in five minutes. You need to let me know what's going on as soon as I get there."

"I will." I hung the phone up quickly and literally sprinted out of the bathroom and down the hall, away from the lecture hall. I'll miss some notes but nothing I can't copy from someone in the class. Amazingly, the medical center is the building right next to where my lecture hall was held at, and I ran. Ran for my life.

"I'm... here. What's going on?" I asked, running into Matt.

"He has a broken leg, major concussion and a few broken and fractured ribs."

"Okay and how exactly did he get this?"

"Practice," he replied.

"You sure about that, Matt? Something tells me it's not practice,"

"It is,"

"Tell me the truth, is he selling or using?"

"What? No, God no. He would get kicked off the team."

"So what is it?"

"I told you! It was practice!"

"Matt, practice doesn't give you all these injuries. Either you fess up to what you were doing or I'll go down to the damn school and talk to the coach my damn self,"

"So, how much money do you owe?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe to Jason's hospital room. Jason just continued to look towards the wall, no emotion, no answer.

"Jason, so help me God, if you don't answer me I will turn these damn lights on,"

"One thousand," he answered, keeping his eyes on the wall. No light. No sun. No movement.

"Jason, I thought we were passed all of this. We, no, you were doing so good with everything. Keeping your grades up, going to practice going to your support group. What happened?"

"Nothing,"

"Don't give me that. You got jumped at Dwane Reed, Jason. You owe money to some guys, had your head smashed against the brick wall, had your leg rolled over, got kicked so many times where you're all bruised. Something had to happen,"

"I can't afford this shit, Talia. I can't afford a damn kid. I can't afford college. I can't afford a house. I can't afford to give you what you want because I'm broke."

"Stop it,"

"I can't be what you want, Talia. I can't be this... this perfect guy that doesn't screw things up. I can't be there for you whenever you need me and I can't keep being sober. Not when I have all this stress piled on me to the point where I can't even sleep. I can't give you a wedding or a real future."

"Jason, listen to me. I don't want a perfect guy, I only want you. Drunk, sober, high, gambling. Hell, even in jail. I don't care, Jason. I want you, all of you. Your past, future and present and your mistakes. I want you to be in my life and I don't care who or what you are because I love you,"

"Are you... Sally Clark?" I turned to the door.

"No, but I'm his girlfriend,"

"Come with me, please," the doctor said, excusing himself and me from the room, leaving my emotional Jason to himself.

"Can I be honest with you Ms?"

"Grey. But please, call me Natalia."

"Natalia, okay. We had to take X-rays and they came back surprisingly well considering his concussion and his ribs."

"Why do I feel a but?"

"But there's a minor complication,"

"What is it?"

"Your insurance doesn't cover this visit and it doesn't pay for the days he will have to spend in here,"

"I'm sorry, I thought his insurance covered that?"

"It doesn't, the cost of this visit will be close to five thousand dollars. And I understand that it's a lot of money for two college students, but unfortunately I can't bend the rules. Normally, I would but today I can't."

"Just this visit will cost five thousand? What about the stays?"

"All together, for the visit and the days he has to be here I would say close to almost ten grand." Ten thousand dollars to visit a medical center for an injury. In a college. For two college students. We had a better chance of going to the regular hospital.

"Can you bend the rules for a pre-med?"

"I'm sorry, unless you're a doctor."

"I understand. I just... don't tell him about this whole conversation. He has a lot on his plate right now and this will only add to it,"

"There's one more thing." I just looked at him. "This is up to him but, I would suggest him taking a break from football to let himself rest." I nodded and turned my back to the doctor.

Jason sat on the bed, with his own vomit all over himself once I returned to the room. "Oh, Jason," I whispered, walking to him.

"The doc said that will happen," Matt said, walking to the other side of the bed to help me.

"When did you come in here?"

"When you were talking," I nodded and lifted one side of Jason off the bed while Matt got the other side.

"Just set him in the shower, ill change him,"

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Um, while I'm doing that, can you call his friend Jackson from his or my phone? My password is 0215 and Jason's is 0124." He nodded and grabbed my phone from the beside table.

"Went to voicemail,"

"Go into my contacts and scroll through to E and find EMJack and call that number. And when you have him, hand me the phone and put it on speaker," I explained, starting the shower in the dark. The plastic bag over Jason's leg made noise as I shifted him closer to the water.

"Come on, baby, stay awake," I whispered, running my hand through his hair.

"Okay, I have him. He's on speaker,"

"Jackson," I spoke.

"T, what's going on? I didn't hear my phone going off and you're calling the emergency phone. What happened?" I nodded to Matt, hoping he would leave me to tend to my boyfriend and have a private conversation. Thankfully, he has enough class to leave.

"Jason's in the hospital, Jack. And I don't know what to do right now,"

"What happened?"

"He got jumped. And he has a concussion and, baby, you need to stay awake for me," I replied, washing the shampoo out of Jason's hair.

"Cold water, T. Cold water."

"Won't that make it worse?"

"No, it'll keep him awake."

"So, he got jumped and he's in the hospital? How bad was this?"

"Bad concussion, broken leg and broken and fractured ribs,"

"Jesus Christ, okay. What did the doctor do so far?"

"Give him pain meds and took X-rays. He told me Jason has to stay here for about a week for examinations."

"Did they say anything about waking him up?"

"No,"

"Okay, wake him up every two to three hours during the night to keep him breathing and to reassure you that he's okay. If he starts to have seizures during the night, get the doctor immediately and let him shake. Don't hold him down or anything like that."

"O-okay. What about his actions?"

"They're gonna be off. He's gonna vomit a lot and probably have some weird functions. Wetting the bed and stuff like that. It's happened before when he got his concussion from football in eighth grade,"

"Okay, and what happens if he sets the bed?"

"You call the nurse and they come clean it up." I nodded and turned the shower off.

"Matt! I need you!"

"Matt? Who's matt?"

"Jason's friend from school. He's the one who called me."

"Okay, and what about your insurance? Please tell me it covers."

"It doesn't."

"Alright. I'm sending you money."

"No, Jackson, you're not. It costs almost ten thousand."

"Ten thousand?!"

"It's NYU, what do you want?"

"Okay, I'm sending you money, I'll have it there by the end of the day on Wednesday. It'll be in a check."

"Jackson, no."

"You can't talk me out of this, T. I'm emailing Emily as we speak to write out the check in my name. I have to go now, but call my emergency when you hear more from the doctor."

"Okay," I whispered, getting Jason back in his bed.

"I gotta go, love you,"

"Love you too, be careful."

"Always, you too. Look after my best friend,"

"Always."

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