#c:johnathan

“Here, you look like you need this.” Yvonne pushed the drink towards Johnathan with her free hand while she gulped down her own. The truth was, with how tumultuous his relationship with Jess seemed to be, she wasn’t that surprised by their fight. The public nature, however.... “I’m sorry.”

Jean hopped in place, his weight shifting from one foot to the other was his arms swung in front of and then behind his body, his gaze never wavering from his opponent. The first  time he’d heard of Lara Rutherford’s fight club, he couldn’t help but scoff. It seemed like nothing more than a chance for eager young peacocks to strut their stuff and pretend to be the baddest bastard in town. His fighting had always had a purpose, whether it be survival or dominance, never just fighting for the sake of fighting. Elliot was the one who truly excelled and thrived in the ring....until he didn’t. And now, well Jean finally understood the rush and excitement of the ring.

Yvonne’s plan was to go home, get some rest like Leyla told her to, and then come right back to the hospital. There wasn’t much that she could do, but she could make sure that Damon had support. But evidently once the adrenaline stopped running, the exhaustion hit harder than she expected and by the time she woke up on the 2nd, visiting hours were over. And so the morning of the third she made her way back to the hospital, her new bodyguard trailing like a shadow.

No matter how many times she saw him, the sight of Damon lying there, hooked up to machines almost brought tears to her eyes. He didn’t deserve this, not after what he’d endured the previous year. She sat with him for an hour, holding his hand and talking about anything she could think of to fill the silence, but one nagging thought lingered in her head the entire time: Damon wasn’t the only one she knew in the hospital.

Yvonne walked by Johnathan’s door, slowing down ever so slightly to glance in. Johnathan was laying there, hooked up to almost as many machines as Damon and a wave of guilt hit Yvonne. It was impossible to ignore that it was entirely her fault that he was in this condition. Part of her considered going into the room, but surely she was the last person Johnathan wanted to see at the moment.

As she turned to leave, she glanced back at him once last time, only to notice Johnathan’s eyes wide open and staring directly at her. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. I just wanted to see how you were doing....”

When Théo walked up, Yvonne forced a smile that didn’t extend beyond her mouth. “Hey. Thanks for meeting me.”

Being called to Johnathan’s office felt oddly like being called to the principal’s office, a feel Yvonne thought she’d left behind in the third grade. Not that Johnathan had it out for her like Mrs. Nelson had. Or that Yvonne had slapped a girl for repeating particularly nasty rumors about her mother (for all their issues Yvonne wouldn’t let slander go unanswered). Neither of which had stopped her from wracking her brain about the possible cause for the entire drive.

The door was slightly ajar when Yvonne walked up and she gave two sharp knocks before pushing it open with a creak and poking her head into the room. “You wanted to see me?”