Chapter 29

                                    

                                          
Jesy POV:
                          
I wake up from the sound of the rain on the window. I rub my eyes and look on my phone. 9:30am. I carefully wiggle out of Chris embrace trying not to wake him up and tip toe downstairs. In the kitchen I start making breakfast for him. I'm not really hungry... yea more like I don't wanna eat. I know I wanna get better but it's too hard alone. So I quickly make him a fry up and some coffee and make my way carefully upstairs again. The door from my bedroom was still a little open so I carefully open it with my hip and see him sitting on the bed pouting but then smiling „Mornin' sleepy bear" I put down the tray and give him a kiss „Why the pouty face?" „You left me alone and I had no one to cuddle with" I smile and shake my head „You goof... now enjoy your breakfast bubba." I give him a kiss and he immediately digs into the food „You already ate I assume?" „Yea..." I feel bad for lying to him. I sit down next to him and just keep staring at him checking out his features. He catches me staring and looks at me smirking „What you staring at beautiful?" I play with his hair „Hmmm..." He finishes and places the tray down „Now I wanna cuddle again since you left me this morning." He pouts again and pulls me on his lap. I giggle and he kisses my neck. I close my eyes and move my head to the side a little when in the next moment I feel a pillow hit my face. My eyes snap open and I look at a evil grinning Chris „Heyyyy! You meanie!" I take a pillow too and hit him. We keep pillow fighting until I finally pin myself on top of him, grinning proudly „Guess I won." He smiles „Yes you have." I let myself fall down on his chest „Exhausted already baby?" I look up „Shut up you" We both laugh and he wraps his arms around my waist. „You look so beautiful with no makeup on and your hair frizzy and messy like this." „You hit me with that pillow on purpose didn't you?" He smiles cheekily and nodds. I can't help but roll my eyes and laugh as I hear the mailbox downstairs „Are you expecting something Jess?" „Nooo?" I gasp „Maybe it's from the psych ward." I jump off him and run downstairs with him following me. As we reach the door, I see a small white envelope on the floor. I carefully pick it up „Psych ward Essex. Chris the answer from your mail shall be in here." I wave with the letter and we head to the kitchen to open it. „Dear Mr. Hughes. Thank you so much for your email. What you told us needs definitely professional treatment and we're glad you mailed us to let us help your girlfriend Jessica Louise Nelson. We have some beds free but we first need you two to come over for a meeting and a diagnosis in order to fulfill a good treatment for her. We're looking forward meeting you and helping you! The psych ward team." I look up at Chris and see him tear up. I let the letter fall down and hug him. I'm just so overwhelmed right now... mixed emotions. Sadness. Pain. Numbness. But also a little bit relief and happiness. I let the emotions come over me and start to cry. I felt Chris embrace tighten around me as he picks me up and carries me into the living room.
                          
Chris POV:
                          
I can't believe she got accepted there. I'm happy and proud. But also sad because she will be gone for quite a while. As she read the letter I teared up because I knew she'll finally get help and it seemed more real to me now. Next I felt two arms wrap around me and her small frame shaking violently from the sobs coming over her. I pick her up and sit us down in the living room as I stroke her back „Shhh baby it's okay..." She calms down after a few minutes and wipes her last tears away with her sleeves „I'm sorry I don't know why I'm such a baby... this is just so overwhelming" „Baby hey it's okay. I'm so proud of you." I give her a small kiss „Let's call there and look for an appointment. It's still morning so they shall be available" I wait until she nodds. I reach for my phone to dial the number that was provided in the letter „Hello Chris Hughes here. I'm calling because we just received your letter and we would like to look for an appointment...okay...now?...yea please wait a second... Jess now?" She nodds and gets up „Alright we're taking it... thank you so much... bye..." I quickly go upstairs and get dressed. I hug her again and I take her hand and lead her downstairs. During the ride to the hospital I kept my eyes on her and had my hand on her thigh the whole time and gave it here and there a squeeze. As we reached the psych ward I felt a little nervous and felt her tense up too. We got out and walked towards the big, plain white building. The reception area was rather small. There was a young woman behind the desk and you only heard her acrylics click on the keyboard. I clear my throat and she looks up through her glasses „Can I help you?" „Uhm yea we have an appointment with Dr. Wattson now." „Name?" „Jessica Louise Nelson." She nodds, types it in „Room 2 please and wait there. He'll pick you up." I nod and take her hand. We reach the room and we're already greeted by him. Inside we talked through basic things like what happens there and stuff. „I would like to talk to Miss Nelson alone first, then alone with you Mr. Hughes and last you both again alright?" I nod and leave the room. Outside I sat down on a wood chair that was rather uncomfortable... typical hospital chairs. I look around... not very appealing to be honest. Plain white walls and an endless seeming floor. I sigh and start bouncing my left leg waiting. I take out my phone and quickly tell Jade the news as the door swings open and a very upset Jesy comes out. I shut my phone and get up „Baby? What's wrong?" She says nothing. She just flops down on the chair I sat on, puts up her hood and stares at the ground. I release a deep breath and walk into the room. What has he done to her that she looks like this? What happened to this poor girl? I sit down on the black leather armchair and look awaiting at him. He sighs, puts his glasses on the table, props his elbows on the table as he folds his hands and look very worried and concerned at me. I gulp and bite my lip. A worried doctor means nothing good „Well Mr. Hughes..."