Amber's P.O.V
After Jay left I locked myself in my room and cried my heart out. He left just like that. I wanted to help, I could've helped.
I was crying my heart out once again when a knock on my door stopped my sobbing. I clean myself up as much as I can, but I still looked like shit. I opened the door to find Grandpa Jace standing there with a grim expression.
"Amber...I need to tell you something." I nod and open my door for him to come in my room.
"What is it grandpa Jace?"
"It's about Jay."
"What about him?"
"I'm pretty sure you're aware of his disorder, and you know how he's been suffering." He hands me a few papers. "These are from his recent visits to the hospital. He told me that there was a way to fix this disorder of his."
"His...disorder can be fixed? How?"
"He has to take this pill for a month with a 65% chance of it being fully cured."
If the rates were 65% for success..."What about the remaining 35 percent?"
"It's a 20 percent chance that he will be cured with some minor side effects, 10 percent chance of being cured with major side effects..." I stare at Jace wait for him to complete his sentence.
"The five percent?"
"The remaining 5 percent is a chance of death." My heart felt like it dropped out of my chest and my lungs convulsed. "He has been having some major side effects lately. But I'm afraid that side effects are not the only thing. He may be hiding his remaining life span."
"So you mean...he's going to..."
"Yes. He hasn't acted this protective nor reckless, not with his IQ and his calculative mind. The only explanation for his behavior is..."
"He's throwing his life away and he's going to take them with him." I can't let him do that! Even if he has a little bit of time left, I want him to spend it with the gang, his family, Gun, and me... "It's not to late."
"I'm afraid it is too late."
"Never." I stand up with a new purpose in my life. I'll save Jay from the void he's made for himself. "Are you sure that there is no going back on this treatment of his?"
"I'm afraid there isn't...." He looked like some words were stuck at the back of his throat and he was struggling to get them out. "I spoke to the doctor....the estimated time he has left is only a few days, to a week."
It felt as if my heart had stopped beating, and my brain was overloaded. 'He's going to be gone soon...'
'He's going to die...' I repeated these words again and again like a mantra.
Jay's P.O.V
I know that this is a fucking selfish thing to do...but I can't think of a away to fight while protecting them. I've always been calculative bastard to many of my peer's eyes. As long as my plan has an overall success rate of 65% I'd go along with it.
This is different now. If I went along with my old tactics I'd lose. I can't be distracted on this battlefield. Dead or Alive, I'll fucking break every single bone in a human's body, and make them experience the most gruesome pain that a human can possibly experience. Believe me when I pledge this, my fucking smart ass mind has memorized every single bone in a human's body.
"Just you wait, bastards. Just you wait."