Nick Jonas stood before our group - looking at me - drenched in water, mud and even some of his own blood. I gasped as he reached into a burlap sack he had slung over his shoulder, there were marks all over his arms. He pulled out a bottle of vodka and poured it onto the slashes which remained present on his left arm. His stare then directed towards me.
"Carly, I knew I could find you. Carly...Ca" His voice grew brittle and weak, he suddenly engaged in a fit of coughing - even spluttering blood onto his already stained shirt. He fell against the harsh, concrete car park.
"Nick, Nick!" I shouted, My friends were still in a state of shock from seeing one of their pin-ups materialise in a storm of dirt and blood. I placed my hand against his reddened cheek and placed a kiss against his cheek, before - with the help of my friends - lifting him towards my car.
*****
"Hi..." I muttered, I could see the life coming back into his slumbering body.
His eyes flickered. "He..Hey" He attempted.
"Don't talk, You'll strain your voice" I said, I then tended to the open wound on his wrist. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" I asked, I bit my lip in the hope I hadn't said too much. His face dimmed, "No. Not right now" He managed.
I used an anti-bacterial wipe to clean up his wrist wound, a ripple of pain surfaced on his face, as he tried not to shout in pain. My mobile suddenly rang violently, 'Burnin' up' suddenly echoed throughout my hallowed apartment, Nick smiled. I remember the first time I saw him, he smiled, the same way he just did.
"What!?" I hissed at my phone, Caller ID ensured I wouldn't be annoying anyone I didn't want to annoy.
It was my friend, one of the many starstruck ones which were lucky enough to experience Nick Jonas in the flesh.
"Is he still there?" She beamed, She was squealing so incredibly loud that even Nick could hear - he laughed.
"Y-Yes but be quiet, please. Tell noone" I begged, that last thing I wanted was a hoard of people breaking down my door at 1am. I turned to smile at Nick, I remembered how good it felt to see him the night before. It had been so long and i didn't care, even if he was drenched in blood and mud, but how it happened - I do not know.