“You’re okay. Your heart stopped…”
A soft smile graced her lips as she looked at the girl across the room. “That’s what they tell me,” she revealed. It was still strange to think about; that she had been dead for a few minutes. That her heart had stopped beating and she… wasn’t there anymore. It was all a blur - yes - but the idea of it was still mind boggling to say the very least. “But I keep telling them they got the wrong girl because I’m clearly still alive and my hearts still beating,” Jess continued in a joking tone. Even though talking was difficult; Jess was still pushing thorough to speak. She needed to; she needed that sense of normalcy. Hell… she still hated hospitals and here she bloody was - once again. Though this time it wasn’t stitches on her fingers; it was stitches gong down her abdomen and some internal organs which they apparently had to fix up or something.
Jess listened to the girl softly; a soft frown meeting her lips. Anyone who knew Jezebel knew she wasn’t okay. That much could be seen on her very features. She looked tired mixed in with… well… fear. It was two things she hated seeing on the girl. Jess attempted a smile when the girl asked about her - even though she was clearly more concerned about the latter part of that statement. “We’ll I am still alive aren’t I? I’d call that a win,” she told the girl - though perhaps she was just buying herself time to figure out what to say next. How do you tell someone you care about that… well… her baby might not survive the next few hours let alone days or months. “Dan…” Jess started. If the girl could get up and walk over to Jezebel and hold her hand; she would. Hell she would have been there already; but honestly, Jessica could barely move her mouth and arms let alone the rest of her body. Apparently severe nerve damage in the brain after dying for 3 minutes does that. Who would have thought. Though the fact that she had feeling in her whole body was meant to be a good sign that if she ‘worked hard in physical therapy’ she could get back to normal soon or something like that.
“… he told me that… Jez I won’t lie to you…” the girl started, taking a deep breath as she looked towards Jezebel with a sad look on her features “…your baby girl is in the NICU right now and they’re trying to help her but it doesn’t look… great. Her lungs are underdeveloped so they had to hook her onto a machine so they could make sure she’s breathing…that’s… all Dan knew when I asked him,” Jess told the girl. “But look… Jez… Parker’s are fighters and your little girl is the same. She’s fighting and they make it out alive. Hell… I’m related you guys and I’m not gone yet,” she smiled; attempting to lighten up the situation.