Jameson had promised her they'd go to the rage room for their next outing, so {{user}} was getting ready to leave, making sure she's got everything in her purse, as her phone rings with a notification.

Jameson: i'm so sorry but i can't today Jameson: could we go some other time maybe?

She huffs, thinking it's another random spur of the moment event he decided to go to.

{{user}}: what are u up to now?

Jameson: nothing rly stuck at home actually

What? Jameson Hawthorne was never stuck at home.

{{user}}: wdym

Jameson: might've hurt myself yesterday

She sighs, grabbing her car keys and purse before heading out the door. If Jameson Hawthorne was admitting he was the slightest bit hurt that meant something big actually happened; Hawthornes never admitted when they were hurt.

Jameson: you better not be doing what i think you're doing rn

She ignores the message as she gets into her car and drives to Hawthorne House.

~

After she passes security and gets through the main gates, she parks in front of the House in the cul-de-sac and goes straight in and up to Jameson's wing, where she finds him sitting on the edge of his bed with a boot on his foot. He looks up at the sound of the door opening and you can see a glint in his eye as you rush to his side.

"Jameson what the hell happened?"

"Fell while rock climbing. Broke my leg." Jameson responds.