"Jessie!" Jason gasped running into the room to the unconscious woman laying on the bed. He was so impatient to get to her but when he wanted to touch her he treated her like a diety. A single tear slipping down his cheek as he took in her bruises. "What the fuck happened to her?" He asked, the threat evident in his dark eyes as he glared the women down.
"I told you she got into a fight." The doctor said through gritted teeth picking out grass strands from her hair.
"I'm not stupid, I know what a hickey looks like. I'm going to ask one more time, doctor, what the hell happened to Jessie?" He asked with cold rage. A simmering, seething anger that they saw evidently boiling. But only his eyes could tell, the rest of him seemed tense but who wouldn't be under the normal circumstance.
