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Like she was sick. Or tired. She had a big test today, she was probably exhausted.
Fuck.
“She hasn’t eaten lunch,” Wes told him. “Maybe that and the stress?—”
But no, it wasn’t that. Now that he thought about it, he thought he knew what happened.
“She stopped breathing,” Jett said softly, remembering the first day they met and how she held her breath when she got anxious. And he’d made her anxious.
Fuck.
Fuck him.
This was his fault.
“Pretty girl,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. He could see her chest moving, could feel a steady stream of air coming from her nose, so he knew she was breathing now. “Baby.” He ran his fingers through her hair, gently coaxing her from sleep, similar to how he had this morning, and every other morning he’d woken up beside her.
He felt so fucking bad. He shouldn’t have yelled at her. Shouldn’t have accused her or Wes of anything. They were good kids. But he was an insecure bastard. He knew Abbie was too good for him, too pretty. She’d fit better with a younger man like Wes, a more attractive one like him.
He shook himself. He couldn’t spiral right now. He needed to be there for his girl.
“Abbie, baby,” he said again, gently shaking her. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared up at him with glazed eyes. “Hey, baby girl. There you are.”
“Does she need an ambulance?” Wes asked worriedly.
“Jett,” she whispered.
“It’s okay,” Jett murmured, stroking her head. “I’m here. I’m sorry, baby. I lost my temper.” Tears filled her eyes as she shrank away from him.
“Mad at me,” she whimpered, and he shook his head.
“No, baby. I’m not mad at you.”
“Yelled.”
“I know.” Fuck, he felt so guilty.
“Is she okay?” Wes asked.
“I’m sorry, Abbie,” Jett said again. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Bad word,” she scolded, but her voice was still weak. She looked too pale. Too fragile.
“Jett!” Wes shouted, making her jump. She reached for him, and he leaned into her, letting her hold on to him. He hated that he was covered in sweat and grease, but she needed him. He could bathe her later.
“Give her a minute,” he grunted, glaring at the other man over his shoulder. “Do not yell again. You scared her.”
Wes gave him a guilty look before turning his attention to Abbie. He stepped forward, but paused, looking back at him. Jett didn’t move. And he wouldn’t. Not even if Abbie told him to get lost and go fuck himself. He’d still be right here.
“You okay, Abbie-Girl?” he asked softly. Jett’s jaw clenched at the nickname, but Wes ignored him. “Need the hospital?”
“No hospital,” she cried, and Jett immediately turned back to her, gathering her in his arms.
“It’s okay, baby,” he cooed, trying to calm her. “I’m here. I’m here.”
“Mad,” she whispered again, and he swallowed thickly. He wasn’t sure if she meant that she was mad at him, or was telling him she didn’t like that he was mad at her. Either way, he felt like shit.
“I’m sorry.” He’d apologize however many times she needed to hear it. He glanced at Wes, finding him staring down at her, looking stressed. “Can you grab her something to drink and eat? Maybe some sugar? She should have emergency chocolate in her bag.”
