Page 82 of Blinded By Love

“Do you need me to do anything?” he asks, looking at Jaclyn who is resting her head on my chest.

“No. I just need to get that juice and get the hell out of here.”

“I’m hot,” Jaclyn says in a low tone, her hand running down her chest and pulling at her dress.

I put her hair up with a hair tie I keep around my wrist.

I got it from Jaclyn when I took her pony tail out as I kissed her in my car.

Eventually the bartender comes back with the to-go cup.

I take the drink and give it to Jaclyn. “Drink this.” She reaches out to get it and I notice her hands are shaking. Once she grabs it, I pick her up from the chair and hold her bridal style. She leans her head on my chest with the straw in her mouth. “Tell Natalia what happened. Chris will drive you guys.” I don’t stay there talking to Kayden any longer, I leave, pushing past more people to get to the exit. I just need to get out of here and make sure she stays awake. “Don’t fall asleep, okay?”

“I’m trying, fuck,” she mutters and I look down and see her rolling her eyes at me.

Thirty-Nine

Hayden

“Don’t go to sleep, princess,” I say as I put more pressure on the gas pedal.

We’re almost to the apartment and Jaclyn is almost done with the orange juice.

I keep telling her to keep her eyes open and not fall asleep. She started arguing with me and mumbling words I can’t hear or understand.

She is a lot more irritated and mad when she is low. I remember when Jaclyn went into the hospital on Halloween, I searched up symptoms for diabetes and I just started reading through countless articles.

I learned how diabetics act when they’re high, low, why they throw up randomly, drink so much water at certain times, everything.

I don’t know why I did that but I did and now I want to make sure nothing happens to her again. It would fucking kill me to see her in the hospital again.

When I pull into the garage, I cut the engine and get out. I get Jaclyn’s bag from the back seat before grabbing her from the passenger side. When I hold her in my arms she still has the straw in her mouth, sipping the orange juice slowly.

I lock my car and walk into the apartment building and go to the elevator. While waiting in the elevator I stare down at Jaclyn, her throat bobs up and down whenever she takes another sip.

“Are you feeling better?” I ask her and rest my chin on her head.

“I’m tired. I want to go to bed.”

“I know, princess. You will,” I mutter as the elevator doors open. I walk towards the apartment door and unlock it while trying to hold Jaclyn. Somehow I get the door open. I lock the door once I close it and then go straight to my room. I take Jaclyn’s bag off my shoulder and rest it on the floor before setting her down on the bed. I take the cup from her and place it on the side table. It’s almost empty but I’ll end up throwing it away when I have time. I check her phone and see her blood sugar is still low. “You’re still low. I’m going to give you bread, okay?” Jaclyn hums while staring at the wall across from her, as if she’s staring into space. I turn the lights on in the kitchen and grab a piece of bread from the bag. I also look in the fridge for orange juice and thankfully we have some. I grab a water bottle and then turn off the lights before going back to my room. “Eat that and then I’ll give you clothes to change into.”

Jaclyn doesn’t talk while eating, she focuses on the bread as she bites small pieces. I watch her the entire time. I watch the way her throat goes up and down and her eyes close slowly before opening again to take another bite of the bread.

Once she’s done, she drinks water before yawning. “I want to go to bed now.”

“Did you take your Lantus?” I ask while getting up from the bed and going to my closet.

“Yes. That’s probably why I’m low. Sometimes Lantus makes me low at night,” Jaclyn explains while I find her a shirt and sweatpants.

I walk out and give her the clothes. “That always happen to you?”

Jaclyn never really explains anything about her diabetes which pisses me off because I want to know and need to know. I want to know how to help her in situations like this.

Jaclyn never answers though because it makes her uncomfortable talking about her diabetes. I asked her why and she said she doesn’t want to scare me. She didn’t go into it further and I didn’t force her but eventually I’m going to get it out of her.

“Only at night. During the day I can prevent it by eating but at night I can’t do anything to prevent it until I get woken up from being too low or my alarm.”

“Alarm?” I ask, looking at the Dexcom on her arm.

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