Chapter 295: 295. Bright Blue Sky.

Krystal searched everywhere and everywhere, was she out?! She must have been too busy this month to remember to refill her prescription. And she had no idea what was going on with that boss of hers but he was all shades of cranky. Even Tim his official secretary complained. He buzzed her, groaning she manage to drag herself up and into his office. Wincing as she walked, as she entered she straightened and tried to pretend nothing was going on. But her head hammered intensively. 

"Are you alright?" Jonathan asked as she entered. This! This right here was the reason she could never make it as an actress.

"That obvious?" 

Acting as if he thought of the answer before speaking "not really, but I know your annoyed gait. Your happy walk and the scowl you have on your face when you're hungry. It's only either of the three and your not doing any of them." He stated bluntly. 

Shocking even her, perhaps she should have been flattered that he notices stuff? Or offended that he reduced her to only three emotions, annoyance, joy and well anger. A hungry man is an angry man. But she was Krystal afterall.

"You know when I'm hungry and you choose not to do anything about it?" She gasped audibly. Shaking her head in disappointment, and action poorly executed she almost fell.

"Woah, steady." He said getting up on his feet impulsively. She looked so unstable, like a leaf on a windy day. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She smiled after steadying herself...or so she thought.

"Krystal!" Jonathan yelled as he ran to the falling woman, grabbing unto her right before she hit the ground. She was still conscious as he held her.

She felt so small and weak in his arms, and so soft as well. How hadn't noticed that her eyes weren't brown alone. Sparks of golden floated in the dark brown orbs as the slowly fluttered.

"Krystal?" Jonathan called out to her, softly this time.

"My head hurts so bad." She whispered softly. 

"Idiot, if you were feeling bad you should have stayed home." He stated firmly. 

"You threatened to fire anyone that didn't come to work on time." She smiled even in her groggy state.

"I was talking to my staff, you should know that that does not apply to you." He frowned. 

Krystal pouted. "It doesn't? I didn't think so, but you've been such an arse this past few days, I didn't want to push it. Besides I hate the rumours that say I'm sleeping with you for the bare minimum." She laughed.

"What?" 

"Oops, I shouldn't have said that... now they'll think I'm a snitch too." She still laughed.

Jonathan suddenly felt so angry. "Who the hell is saying these things?!" 

"Hey, hey, hey, don't yell at a sick woman." She reprimanded him with pout.

"Who is spreading this lies about you Krystal?" He asked again.

"Does it matter? It doesn't bother me, I'm quite used to the rumours." She slurred, her eyes dropping deeper with each effort to keep them open.

Jonathan sighed "hush now, sleep."

"Oh I can't do that. Dr. Kim told me never to give in when I feel such pain, he said I could probably never wake up again." Her speech started to become more and more laboured. "Karen would certainly like that though, wouldn't she?" 

Jonathan panicked. "This is a reoccurring thing?!" He exclaimed, picking her up swiftly he hurried to the door.

How he managed to open it with Krystal in his arms remained a mystery to him but before long he was barking orders for an ambulance and literally running across the floor to the elevator with her.

Tim was behind him as they entered the elevator, helping him press the button they began to move down, then he noticed that she was too quiet. 

"Hey Krystal! Wake up!" He yelled. 

Her eyes open in little slits. "Don't yell please..." she trailed.

"Hey Krystal open your eyes wider, hmm?"

She groaned. "But they are open, and the light only makes it worse."

Jonathan looked at Tim, "give me your jacket." 

"Sir?" 

"Give me your jacket." He ordered and Tim immediately shrugged it off. He held it awkwardly not knowing what to do with it.

"Put over my head." 

"Sir?"

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"Question me one more time..." he glared that the man and he immediately complied.

"Krystal put you head on my shoulder." He said softly. She struggled to do so but she finally managed, wrapping her hands around his neck she hummed in pleasure as the dimming effect the jacket gave her.

Such a sight! Time thought, with his jacket over bothered their heads and the say he looked at her with so much affection, if anyone else saw from another angle it would be said that they were kissing. 

The elevator door soon opened and Jonathan walked out an ambulance was already waiting at the entrance.

He was quite reluctant to let her go but eventually he placed her on the bed but followed still as they wheeled her out. 

"I'll come along." He said to the paramedics and they agreed.

The one that sat with them in the back told him to engage her, in conversation so she wouldn't doze off.

"Krystal, talk to me." Jonathan coaxed her when she fell quiet again. 

"Um-hmm." She refused.

"Please, tell me how did this start? The headaches." He asked, perhaps if he was more specific she would respond. 

"I can't... I've never told anyone before. Please don't tell Karen, that I'm sick." She whispered aganist his bare neck. Her warm breath on his skin made him feel hot, and awkward. He didn't understand it, so he dismissed it.

"I won't, only if you tell me how this started." 

"My mother, she... she left me." Krystal moaned. "I was there when they died, she held my hand and covered me with her body when the truck approached our car." Krystal said her voice weak yet heavily laden with emotions. "I can't stop dreaming of that night. Papa ran to us, he tried to push us away it was too late. He died too, he died first. I didn't see how he died, Momma held my hands, there was so much glass and my head hurt too much, but she sang to me. I fell asleep but when I woke up she wasn't holding my hand anymore, and she wasn't singing anymore. My head hurt so bad, and I just wanted it to end." She said, he saw as tears fell down the side of her face down on the bed. "I still crave that soft singing, it made my pain better. Please... can you sing? I'll teach you the song." She pleaded. 

"Krystal..." Jonathan's voice trailed off. She was hurting he felt it, how had he not noticed? She hid so much pain behind such an elaborate facade it must have been exhausting. 

"Just a bit, just a little bit." She begged.

"What's the name of the song?" 

"You wouldn't know it, I'll sing it." She said.

Jonathan smiled, she was still reprimanding him even in this state. He wouldn't refuse it kept her awake anyway.

She began to sing and suddenly the entire atmosphere lifted, Jonathan was utterly shocked. Even the paramedic froze for a bit before he continued to check her vitals.

Krystal voice was divine, beyond divine it was honestly beautiful. He suddenly thought of the sun rising in a bright blue sky, those type of mornings that made you so sure it would be a beautiful day... her voice had the same effect.

And he wondered why the hell she fangirled when she was more of a star then most of the stars she idolized. 

She could be just as big as Jessie, if he had a voice like that he would never shut up. 

Soon enough the reached the hospital and they wheeled her out and into the emergency room. Jonathan was there through out, making sure to fill out every necessary form and hash out any inconvenient formality. Until... he heard a commotion, and it was coming from Krystal's bed space.

"What is going on?" He asked, "what the hell are you doing?" He asked again, when he noticed her struggling to get off the bed.

"Boss?" Krystal frowned. "How come you are here?" She asked in utter confusion. 

Did she not remember? "You collapsed." He replied curtly. 

He noticed a pained look, but it was fleeting soon enough she covered it with a smile. Those smiles he had come to be familiar with, all of a sudden he didn't like them anymore. They were fake, all along. 

"I did huh? Well I'm fine now, I would like to leave." She said. "If you would tell this nice gentleman to just let me go." 

"Not a chance." Jonathan stated. 

"What?"

"You need surgery Krystal." He said, expecting... well he didn't know what he was expecting but it was certainly not this. Not a dismissive look, or the scowl she wore when she was annoyed. 

"You already know." He added.

"This isn't any of your business." She huffed in annoyance. 

"Are you joking? What the hell is going on?" Jonathan asked. She looked away.

"Tell me!"

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