Chapter 22
"Miss. There's a Ms. Charity here who has just arrived and wishes to see you." a nurse said moments after Jeff had left Jami's hospital room. Jami sniffled loudly before nodding. A few moments later Charity entered the room, looking shocked by how desolate Jami looked.
"Jami, what's going on?" Charity asked. "Jeff.....Jeff....left me." Jami sniffled. "Oh, I'm sure he'll be back. He's probably just letting off some steam." Charity assured Jami.
"no...he actually said it was over, that he wanted a seperation. He told me that I was fucking insane and just messing with everyone. God Charity, he asked for a seperation!" Jami sobbed.
Charity immediently crossed to where Jami sat and engulfed her in a hug. "It'll be okay. Jeff will come to his senses. I'm sure" Charity assured her. "no, I think he has finally came to his senses." Jami mumbled.
"Jami, stop talking like that! You have to have faith." Charity told her. "Char, I have no more hope left in me. I'm done hoping." Jami whispered.
"Do you want to be alone?" Charity asked her.
Jami nodded, curling up into a fetal position on the bed.
"Okay." Charity said, going to leave the room. "Charity,
thank you." Jami called out to her. Charity smiled as she left the
room.
***
"Has anyone seen Jeff?" Charity asked, walking into the waiting room. "Charity, when did you get here?" Tasha asked. "A few minutes ago. I was in seeing Jami. Have you seen Jeff?" charity asked again.
"No, not for awhile. He got upset a bit ago and left. No one has been allowed to see her." Tasha filled her in. "Well, apparently Jeff managed to find her." Charity said.
"What do you mean?" Undertaker asked gruffily. "Well, when I was just in there she mentioned what Jeff had told her. Something about her being fucking insane. Then...well, he told her he wanted a seperation." Charity said nervously.
"Is she still alive?" Lita asked doubtfully. "yeah, barely at times." Charity told them. "can this be anymore fucked up?" Tasha mumbled.
***
Charity stalked about the hospital grounds looking for Jeff. She knew he couldn't have gotten very far becuase he had not drove to the hospital, so he had no way out of here. Finally she spotted him sitting against a hospital wall, chewing on a blade of grass.
"Jeff Nero Hardy, You better run because I'm about to kick your ass." Charity told him in a low voice. "What the fuck do you want?" he asked, not even looking over at her.
"What I want to know is when did you lose your fucking mind?" Charity asked. "About the same time Jami lost hers." Jeff shot back. "You are such a coward!" Charity growled at him. "What the hell do you mean?" Jeff asked defensively.
"You know that helping Jami through this was going to be one hell of a major feet. So instead of sticking around, you bailed on her. Just like most of the people she has cared about. She finally thought she had true friends. And she does. But you just shoved that theory up your ass! Do not interrupt me." Charity seethed at him when he opened his mouth to speak. "Why dont' you just go in there, hold her down and carve your initials into her shoulder like Austin did. Wait, you don't have to. She already feels like they are on there, branding her as worthless. You are making her feel worthless Jeff. And I can tell that you feel just as worthless." Charity finally stopped to breathe.
"You don't know anything!" Jeff screetched at her, throwing her off guard. "How am I suppose to go out there and do my job...be THE Jeff Hardy when I have to be worried about my wife in the back, swallowing pills by the handful. Don't you think I'm under enough stress as it is." jeff started to go on but charity halted him with a hand, similiar to how the Rock did it.
"No, I don't expect you to. I do expect you to worry about your wife now, rather than your own career, but then, that would be expecting to much of THE Jeff Hardy, wouldn't it. Team Xtreme's motto has always been 'fear is only a four letter word', well I think YOU are THE four letter word." Charity told him by walking away to let him sulk.
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