(Third Person POV)
-A couple of days later-
Jonathan sat by his mother's side as she lay asleep in her hospital bed, he let out a huff of breath in tiredness. Jonathan stood up and walked to the door and stepped out, he walked down the hall to grab a cup of water. It was nighttime so the hospital was barely active, Jonathan stopped at the water fountain and grabbed a cup.
He poured himself some water and took a sip calmly, then took a seat in a chair looking out a window. The sound of footsteps approaching made him look up, he saw that it was Marley making him confused about what she was doing here. Marley walked over to him with caution and a confused look.
“Hey, Mr. Blackwell what are you doing here,” said Marley looking at him with an interested look
“I could ask you the same thing Miss brown,” said Jonathan bluntly as he turned his body to face her
“Um, I'm here visiting my sister. She's pretty sick, but what about why are you here? If you don't mind me asking” said Marley shyly looking down at the ground
Jonathan looked at her and remained silent for a while, the silence made Marley nervous about if she said something wrong. She watched him let out a small huff, and open his mouth before closing it again.
“My mother was in a bad accident, I was here checking on her,” said Jonathan rubbing his jaw and looking down at the ground away from her
Marley frowned slightly feeling bad for him, she built up that courage and walked over sitting by him. Marley saw a bit of vulnerability In him which shocked her. She thought about what to say without upsetting him. Marley looked out the window at the night sky.
“I'm sorry to hear that must feel terrible, I mean I should know my sister is sick and needs treatment. The bills just get higher and higher but I'm just glad she's still alive, that's all any of us can hope for when someone when love is sick or hurt” said Marley softly with a sad smile and eyes watering slightly
The man looked up slowly and over at her, staying quiet, her words were true and he understood what she meant. Jonathan noticed her eyes water and the pain in them, he felt a small prick in his heart for her. A Small part of Jonathan wanted to comfort her, the other side wanted him to not care and remain his normal cold self.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and patted her almost robotically, the action shocked Marley as she looked over at him with wide eyes. Mr. Blackwell's face remained blank as he patted her trying to comfort her. She bit her lip trying not to laugh, the more she looked at him and thought about his actions she broke out laughing.
Jonathan looked at her with slightly wide eyes, he was lost on why she was laughing. Marley covered her mouth laughing as he looked at her.
“What is so funny?” said Jonathan bluntly with a Confused look and a little upset because she was laughing at him
“N-Nothing I-it's just you aren't known for comforting people. Also, don't look like that comforting type” said Marley giggling slightly with a smile and looking at him
“Well that's true but you're the only one I made an exception for,” said Jonathan with a blunt tone looking her in the eyes
Marley blushed and looking back at him, gave a glance down at his lips. She looked away from him and rubbed her cheeks to get the blush to go away. He looked at her with a slight smirk, the sound of rushing footsteps caught his attention, making him go back to his usual look.
A doctor and two nurses rushed up making Jonathan stand, Marley stood up as well and stood by him as the doctor began to speak.
“Are you Mr. Blackwell?” said the doctor whose name tag read Dr. Green looked at him with a determined look
“Yes, I am, what's wrong?” said Jonathan worried and fearing the worst
“Your mother had a big seizure and has been rushed to the ICU,” said the doctor making Jonathan's eyes go wide
“Is she alright? When did this happen? I was just with her” said Jonathan balling his fist in frustration and anger
“Well, this happened like ten minutes ago when one of our nurses came to check on her. She's in critical condition right now, and we are trying everything to help your mother” said Dr. Green sincerely and turned walking away with the nurses
Jonathan looked down as he walked around slowly, he let out a low growl of anger and punched the wall hard. Marley jumped at the action as she watched him lean his head against it. She took slow steps and without thinking reached out, placing a gentle hand on his back and rubbing.
The girl felt his back tense up at her action but slowly went away, Marley smiled a bit and watched as his breath eased, and then turned to face her.
“It will be okay I'm sure you're mom is a strong woman, just don't let those bad thoughts get in your head,” said Marley softly and rubbing his arm gently
Jonathan considered her words and gave a small hum in approval, she smiled at him then took his hands, and pulled him to a chair. He let her pull along with no restraint, this was unlike him to let anyone touch him or speak to him In such a sweet way.
There was something about Marley that made him feel things, she drew him and he didn't know if she knew. He sat down in the chair and looked at her smile, and it made his heart quicken a bit. Jonathan knew she was going to be something he couldn't shake.
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(3rd POV)Marley Brown sat quietly in the flickering fluorescent light of the hospital waiting room, her petite frame wrapped tightly in a worn sweater that belonged to her mother. It was soft and comforting, a small shield against the sterile chill of the environment, but no amount of fabric could insulate her from the emotional turmoil swirling inside her. She glanced at her phone for the time two hours had passed since she first arrived, and the minutes felt like hours as she waited for news about her sister.Her mind wandered back to the events that led her here. Jenna, her younger sister, had always been the bright light in their family. Lively and carefree, her laughter echoed through their childhood home, filling the spaces with joy. But now, that laughter felt like a distant memory. Marley’s heart tightened at the thought of her sister lying unconscious in the hospital bed, her small form surrounded by machines that beeped softly, monotonously the same sound that had been th
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The grand ballroom of the Sapphire Hotel was adorned with shimmering chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the guests, illuminating the elegantly draped tables set for the annual Blackwell Enterprises Gala. Marley adjusted the straps of her stunning midnight blue gown, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places while flowing into a delicate train behind her. As she caught a glimpse of herself in the ornate mirror near the entrance, she felt a surge of confidence. Tonight wasn’t just about beauty; it was a night of celebration and potential.“Wow, Marley! You look incredible!” Zach exclaimed as he approached her, his eyes widening with admiration. He was clad in a tailored black suit, his fashion sense as polished as ever. Marley had known Zach for years. He was a colleague, yes, but more importantly, he was a best friend who always encouraged her to shine.“Thanks, Zach!” Marley beamed, feeling her cheeks warm at the compliment. “You don’t look too shabby yourself.”They
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