Nothing Else To Say

[Jensen Banks]

April 4th, 2016 

Jensen sharply turns the corner, staring at each and every room number he passes as he searches for the one that currently holds one of the most important people in his life. He turns another corner, nearly bumping into one of the doctors, before he finally finds the room number he is looking for. Moving as fast as he can, Jensen charges into the room and stops in his tracks when he sees Emily Carter, lying in the bed, still sporting the injuries from the attack she suffered.

Banks stands there, not really knowing what to say as Emily slowly seems to be waking up. The young man from Brooklyn has not slept much since he saw the attack, having to shut off the video halfway through as he could not bear watching any more. The bags under his eyes are heavy, but sleep is the last thing on his mind as he stares at his girlfriend, hurt worse than she’s ever been hurt before.

Jensen Banks: Emily...

He slowly moves forward before he makes it over to the ring side of her hospital bed, grabbing her right hand, which is currently splinted. He sits down on the nearby chair, looking right at her as she fully came to.

Jensen Banks: I...I’m so sorry.

Emily Carter: Jensen…

Emily slowly turns over to look at him. There are various cuts all over her face. There’s two lines of stitches. One on the side of her face and one across her forehead. Her left eye is still bruised, discolored and swollen shut. She takes her left hand and lays it on top of Jensen’s.

Jensen Banks: I...I saw what happened. Or at least part of it. I couldn’t really stomach watching anymore. Are you alright? What were the injuries?

Emily sighs as she recalls the litany of injuries.

Emily Carter: I’m… I’m far from alright. I um…

She sniffs as a tear begins to roll down her cheek. Jensen sighs as he quickly takes his free hand and wipes away at her tear, feeling himself on the verge of reacting the same way.

Jensen Banks: Right. That was stupid of me to ask.

Emily Carter: … No, it’s fine. The doctors said I had a Grade Three Concussion. From the way they made it sound, that’s pretty bad, I guess. They also said I had a fractured nose, a couple fractures in my right hand…

Her voice trails off. She doesn’t get into how bad her back and ribs are. Jensen sits back down, keeping his other hand wrapped around hers.

Jensen Banks: I should’ve known something was wrong when you weren’t responding to my texts on Friday. I thought you were mad at me or something for leaving to go to England for the weekend, but I should’ve known that something was wrong when that happened. I shouldn’t have left, period.

Emily Carter: You don’t… you don’t have to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. This isn’t your fault.

He sighs once more.

Jensen Banks: I know it’s not. It’s Jimmy Page’s. But if I had been here, none of this would have happened. Hell, I probably would’ve convinced you to leave the gym right after training so we could go out. And seeing you beat up and bruised and lying in this bed has me feeling more pissed off than I have ever been before.

He takes a deep breath before shaking his head.

Emily Carter: Promise me you’re not gonna do anything crazy?

Jensen bites his cheek, thinking over his answer...before he sighs again.

Jensen Banks: Alright. For you, I promise I won't do anything crazy.

Emily Carter: Thank you. I don’t need anything happening to you, too.

Jensen Banks: I would be fine anyway. They can’t do anything to me that would hurt as much as watching you get attacked like you were. Guess that’s a perk of my past, isn’t it?

He scoffs.

Jensen Banks: Do you need me to get you anything?

Emily Carter: I’ve got everything I need right here.

She says as she offers up a meek smile. He smiles back before getting up from his seat and kissing her on her forehead. Jensen then leans in and whispers in Emily's ear.

Jensen Banks: ...And I'll always be here...because you are not only my girlfriend...but my best friend too.

He then pulls away a bit. Emily smiles at Jensen. Well, as best as she can. She takes her left hand and touches the side of Jensen's face.

Emily Carter: I love you.

The words hit Jensen and he blinks a few times, almost not believing he heard what he just heard. There’s a few seconds of complete silence before Jensen decides on his answer, knowing it’s what he feels.

Jensen Banks: I...I love you too.

Leaning down once again, Jensen presses his forehead to Emily’s as the two stay in complete silence, knowing nothing more needs to be said.