"Let's go get some coffee." Hanna stands and motions for me to come.
We get outside the waiting room and down the hall to the family kitchen before Hanna turns to me, "Jameson isn't doing good. He thought he was dead, Blake. I have never seen him like this. Ryan was here, Jay wasn't too friendly when he found him. I think he needed stitches before the police took him in."
Hanna pours two cups of coffee into paper cups and hands one to me. I take a sip and lean back against the counter.
"I don't know if I should be here, Hanna."
She shoots me a glare, "Where do you think you should be?"
I shrug, "What if he doesn't want me here. We haven't talked in months."
"I promise you that he wants you here."
We walk back out the door and down the hall, entering the waiting room as a doctor is speaking with Jay. He turns to walk back through the double doors, and we both look to him with questions.
"He's alive." He states. "He's awake. We can go back one at a time."
Hanna hugs Jay and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek, relieved.
They both look to me, "Jameson, you should go." I state. "If he wants to see me, I'll still be here."
He turns quickly and rushes through the doors. I take a seat in the chair and take some deep breaths, trying to count to ten over and over and calm my nerves.
"Why haven't you called me? You have been home for over two weeks." Hanna pushes her hair behind her ear before continuing, "I know you and Judson have a complicated relationship, but I thought we were friends."
I feel the tears stinging my lashes as I look to her, "We are friends. I'm so sorry, Hanna, I have been so busy since I got back I haven't really had time to do anything." She gives me a half-smile.
"It's okay. I just really thought that after you had been gone for six months, you'd come in ready to see everyone… Including Judson."
I think back to the last time I saw Judson. It feels like a lifetime ago, but it also feels like yesterday.
"I've been ready to see him, Hanna. It's just… I can't." She rolls her eyes and sighs. "Well, you guys are going to have to figure it out or move on. It's not healthy the way you guys are constantly pining over each other."
I take my phone out and text Lexie quickly to let her know what's going on. Jay comes back into the room and nods for me to come. I walk toward him in slow strides, practically dragging my feet.
"He's asking for you. Go easy on him." He steps out of the way. Glass windows frame the rooms, and the nurse nods toward the room across from her station.
I step into the room and see Judson. He's awake and sitting in the bed. I freeze mid-stride when his eyes connect with mine. He starts attempting to stand up to get to me, pulling his IV around the side of the bed, trying not to get tangled in it.
"Easy, Tiger. You should rest," I say as I finish making my way to the bedside.
He swings his legs off the side of the bed and pulls me closer to him as he wraps his arms around my torso.
"I need you. I'm so sorry I pushed you away. I thought it was the right thing to do, but I don't know that it was. Come home with me please, let's figure this all out together."
I just stare at him. I don't even know what to say. These are the words I have been waiting to hear for months. Here they are coming out of his mouth, and my brain is on high alert with a sniper rifle guarding my heart.
I step back as he takes my hand in his. He starts to speak as I interrupt him, "Are you going to be okay?"
"I think so. They said I am doing extremely well. Jameson got there just in time before my brain was deprived of oxygen for too long, and my organs are fine." He coughs, sounding like he is going to spit out a lung at any moment.
"You don't sound fine," I say as I drop his hand and take a seat in the chair beside the bed.
"I feel okay. They said they will keep me tonight to make sure everything is okay and I can go home tomorrow. Ryan is gone." I let out a massive breath of air, and he can feel that I am relieved by the knowledge that he isn't going to be able to do anything else to anyone.
"Can you stay with me?" He blows out a breath and leans back into his pillow.
"Judson, I don't know. I think I have to go home."