"RING RING" goes my rose gold iPhone. I groaned as I stuck my hand out of my warm blanket and take the phone. My bright screen hurt my eyes but I tried to read it regardless. It was an unknown caller.

"WHO THE HELL IS THIS AND WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR?!" I yelled through the phone when I answered it.

"Look Jeanette. Its the old man" said the familiar voice through the phone.

"Mr.Shaws Dad?" I questioned.

"Yea it's me. Listen, Michael has been in an accident. I need you to come to Haborview medical center. Please hurry" he said with concern.

"Oh My God! Of course, yes I'll see you there" I said then I cut the line and jumped out of the bed.

I rushed out of my bed, into the bathroom, changed clothes, and then called a taxi to get to the hospital. When I got there, I told them who I was and showed them some form of ID.

"Oh you really are his wife. Well there was a woman earlier who claimed to be his wife but didn't have an proof. She right over there" said the nurse with blue scrubs and a pony tail. She walked over to a room and opened the door. Then I saw Cindy being restrained by some security guards. She's staring at me with hateful eyes.

"THAT'S NOT HIS WIFE! I'M HIS WIFE. HE BELONGS TO ME!" she yelled as she attempted to wiggle free from the guards grasp.

"Do you want us to escort her off the property ma'am?" The nurse asked with concern.

I looked back at Cindy hollering and hooping like mental case. As much as I disliked her, I didn't have the heart to watch her be dragged out of the hospital. I'm a softy when it comes to these things.

"No, she can stay. He would probably want to see her" I said, and with that they dropped her on the floor.

"DAMN RIGHT HE WOULD WANT TO SEE ME BITCH!" she said and pushed me a little. Then she tried to walk past me but I snatched her hair just like I did the last time. I turned her around and punched her in the face. She landed on the ground and within a few minutes her nose started bleeding.

"Oh My Gosh, I think you broke my nose" she cried and was holding her nose with both her hands. The blood was going down faster and was starting to get on her tan blouse.

I bent down to her level and said in a warning tone "I only let you stay because I'm feeling generous. Any other slip up and you're gonna end up like him. In this very hospital."

"AM I CLEAR?!" I boomed, making some people look at me.

She nodded like a bobble head and then I walked off with the nurse to find Mr.Shaw's room. When the nurse opened the door, I saw the old man sitting in a chair with his hands in his face. I cleared my throat so I could get his attention.

"Hey" I said softly as I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Do you know what happened?" he said in a monotone voice with no emotion.

"He just left the house without a word. But don't worry he'll be okay." I said.

"So how'd they find him?" I sighed, letting go of his shoulder and crossed my arms.

"He was in a car accident. The other drive left the crime scene." He said angry.

"When I find him, I'm going to rip his neck off" he continued to say in an angry tone and got up from the chair abruptly.

"Don't do anything that can put you in jail old man" I warned.

"I can't promise that. This is my son, he's only 26. I will do anything to get revenge for anyone who wants to hurt him" he fired back angrier. Nostrils flaring, teeth grinding together, his jaw clenched and hands shuffling his hair in frustration.

"I know and your son would most likely not want to wake up with his father in prison. We will find the driver once we make sure he's okay." I said.

Then Cindy slammed the door open and ran over to Micheal.

"How's my baby?" she shrieked and grabbed his hand and started kissing it all over.

"Who are you?" The old man said angry and tried to rip Cindy away from his son.

"I'm his wife" she spat at him.

"No you're not. Jeanette, do you know who this is?" he said.

"This is your son's girlfriend" I said causally as I walked in his direction so she wouldn't heard everything.

"Oh ok. So you invited her here?" He questioned.

"I honestly have no idea how she found out. She was in the waiting room screaming at them until I let her pass" I whispered to him.

"You should have kicked her out!" He said.

"Eh, he would have wanted to see her" I sighed.

"Why do you care what he thinks? He's cheating on you with Peppa the pig over there" he whisper yelled.

"Just let her be. And don't tell him I let her in." I warned.

"Fine by me" he sighed.

An old man with a long white coat came into the room. He had a five o'clock shadow and he had a lot of wrinkles.

"How is he?" I asked.

"He is stable but he has lost a lot of blood. You see, when he crash something punctured his abdomen and that's mainly where the blood is oozing from. He needs blood quickly or he won't make it. His blood type is B negative and unfortunately we do not have that supply right now" the doctor said in a professional voice.

"What about O blood? Can't you give him that?" the old man barked at the doctor.

"Although that is the universal donor, we have very little of that supply and are urged to keep that blood type reserved for the O negative people. The O positive blood isn't an option because it isn't an adequate donor." The doctor said.

"So what can we do now? He's practically dying on his bed" Cindy said overly dramatically.

"Well we'll see what we can do. On the mean time, can I take some blood samples from each one of you to see if your blood type matches at least." The door said calmly.

"I'll do anything for my son" the old man said going to the doctors side.

"Of course. Give my baby all my blood. I can't live without him" she cried and leaped up from Michael's side to go to the doctor.

Now everyone was looking at me. Expecting me to do the same as the rest of them. However I'm terrified of needles. I only suck it up if I have to but other then that me and needles don't mix.

"Um... I don't think I can do that. But if they fail to match then..... you can stab me with a needle." I said.

"Ok well you two come with me" the doctor said and left with both the old man and the slut.

I turned around to look at Michael. As I walked over to the sleeping bastard, I felt bad for him. There was this feeling I had in my gut. He had cuts and bruises on his face and his blanket wasn't covering him all the way so it was easy to see where he was punctured. The gauze that was covering him was dark red. It needed to be changed soon.

I looked at Michael's face more closely. Although I hated the man with a burning passion, I couldn't let him die. No one deserves death, even if they have a stick up their ass. I mean why did he have to leave the house right after he kissed me. Was my lips chapped? Did I smell bad? It couldn't have been what I said. He has said much worst to me over the years.

I went up to the chair that the old man was sitting on and pulled it closer to the bed. My hand wondered to his black hair and stroked it. It was so silk and soft and was slicked back with little to no gel. My hand went down to his side burns then I was caressing his subtly cheek.

It's funny. When he was sleeping, he looked so peaceful. He didn't have any expression on his face and that was saying a lot because when I saw him most of the time he was always annoyed, agitated, irritated, or had a cold glare. This was a rare occasion in which I saw him this way.

I bent down to his ear and whispered something.

"Wake up soon" I said in a soft voice and then kissed his cheek for some reason. When my lips left his skin they tingled.

Then I went back to stroking his chin "If you don't, I'll just have go to hell myself and drag you out. Besides your dad needs you." I said.

Then the doctor came into the room along with the old man and Cindy. I stood up and went over to them.

"Mrs. Shaw-" the doctor started but I cut him off.

"Jeanette please" I corrected.

"Yes Jeanette, I would like to talk to all of you. Sadly, they did not match his blood" the doctor said.

"WHAT! WHY? DO THE TEST AGAIN THAT'S MY BABY!" she yelled and then lunged at the doctor to cry on.

"Shut up you gold digger and let the doctor speak." The old man yelled as he ripped her off the doctor.

"Go on" the old man motioned to the doctor.

"Well even if your blood type was a match Ms..." the doctor said waiting for hee to say her name.

"Ms. Homer" she said through sniffles.

"Ms. Homer it seems that you have contracted an STD. Don't worry it's cure able you just can't donate any blood." The doctor said.

"WHAT? NO! HOW CAN THAT BE?" She shrieked.

"Woman I'm this close to kicking you out. YELL ONE MORE TIME!" I said to her as I slapped her.

"Well I don't know." The doctor said ignoring our bursts.

"That's impossible." She said holding up her cheek and glaring at me.

"Does he have the std too?" I said curiously. I mean it wouldn't be a surprise. Who knows how many times these two bone on the regular?

"No. Why would he? Isn't he your husband?" the doctor said confused.

"He is. I was just checking" I said causally.

"Well since their blood did not match. Can you please come with me so I can test your blood?" he said as he walked over to the door.

I looked back at Michael and then followed the doctor out of the room. We went to this smaller room with a machine on the counter and a chair.

"Ok. Please sit down and we will test your blood" he said as he took a pen like object from the cabinet.

"Ok." I said nervously as I went to sit on the chair. He pricked my finger without any warning and then went to the strange machine on the counter and put my blood inside.

"So how are you holding up Jeanette?" he asked.

"Fine. Why?" I said.

"You're not like most wives who come in here. They would be losing their marbles by now or an insane state like Ms. Homer" he explain.

"Well everyone is different Doctor. So what does the machine thingy say?" I said.

"Well your blood is a perfect match. Your blood type is O negative which can distribute to anyone" he said I'm a happy tone.

"You gotta be kidding me." I said skeptically. More needles!

"Nope I'm not. So will you give your blood to your husband?" he asked.

"I guess so. How much blood do you need because I'm a small person" I said and sat up more straight as he went to the cabinet to get out the equipment he needed to get my blood.

"Just a pint or two. Don't worry, your blood will replenish itself quickly" the doctor reassure.

"Okay" I sighed.

When I was all done, I felt like I was going to faint or something. My eyes were blurry and my body was a little weak.

"Am I suppose to feel this way?" I asked the doctor as I gripped the arms of the chair I was sitting on.

"Yes. Just go to the lounge down the hall on the left and eat a cookie and drink some orange juice. Then you can go sit with your husband" the doctor said.

"Ok" I said as I struggled to get up and leave.

I went to the lounge and got a cookie from the vending machine and an orange juice from the fountain. I was starting to feel a bit better but in the end I still felt crappy. I went back to his room and they already hooked him up to the pint.

My father in law was just watching Cindy cry all over Michael.

"You Bitch! your blood was a match." She yelled.

"I guess it was." I said with a smile.

"Thank you for doing this for my son Jeanette" the old man said with gratitude.

"I didn't do it for you. No one deserves to die for no reason even if they are Satan. If he ever asks who gave him the blood, don't mention me." I said in a soft voice.

I leaned by the door next to the old man and we all watch Michael. Was it weird that we were just starting at him? He finally woke up after 3 hours. He searched around the room to see where he was and when he saw me, his face went cold.

"Oh look, sleeping beauty woke up" the old man teased.

"Eh sleeping beauty didn't look this jacked up when she woke up" I teased back.

"True" the old man said.

"All of you shut up!" Cindy yelled and the turned back to look at Mr. Shaw.

"How are you, baby?" Cindy continued in a high pitch voice that made her resemble a Chihuahua.

"What did you do to me, you witch! Where am I?!" He yelled in my direction.

"You're in the hospital. Calm down" the old man said.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" he still yelled in my direction.

"And how is that Michael?" I said with raised eyebrow as I crossed my arms.

"You know damn well how it's your fault." He growled.

"Dad, she caused this" he said talking to his dad now.

"Whatever you say. I'm going to the house." I said and turned around to leave but he spoke again.

"So you leave me after you tried to kill me. Good job. I bet that's what you wanted along. You really are a gold digger. Don't you have any morals? Killing someone for money is the most sadness thing you can possibly do." He laughed bitterly. And then I turned around to glare at him.

"Micheal, you have no idea what you're talking about" the old man said calmly.

"Dad, look at her. She's pure evil." He said.

"Yea maybe she is. She was gonna let you die in this bed but I stepped in and saved the day. They didn't have your blood so I gave you some" Cindy said with oh so much sincerity.

"Thank you baby. I can always count on you" he said and kissed her cheek.

Ew.

"I'm leaving. Bye old man" I sighed and rolled my eyes as I left.

"No Jeanette-" the old man tried to stop me but I left. I didn't wanna go off. I wanted to curse at him but that would be rude of me. I can't swear at a sick man.