MILEYS POV.
You know that feeling you get when the episode of gossip girl ends, without telling you if Nate and Jenny get together, or if Blair gets into Yale? That's how I felt as the doctor spun around; I wanted to know desperately how Nick was doing. Now, what seemed like slow motion finally came to a stop as the doctor faced me.
"Uh, hello miss.."
"Cyrus." I finished.
"Yes, are you a relative of Mister Jonas?" he asked; looking down to his clipboard then back up at me.
"Practically, we've been best friends since birth." I clarified, frightened that it was so severe they couldn't tell me.
"I'm afraid due to a new policy, only family is allowed to know the condition; we were sued a few months ago after telling a reporter that a Mister Trace Cyrus died."
After he dropped the Trace bomb, I blew up. "DUDE! Trace was my fucking brother! YOU. OWE. ME! NICK! NICK IS MY LIFE! AND I NEED TO KNOW IF HE'S ALRIGHT!" somewhere in my blow up, I had grabbed his collar; and at this point, me and my 5"4 glory was towering over Doctor 6".
"Miss… I can't." he said, with a tinge of frighten in his voice.
"YOU BASTERD!" I said, screeching at him.
JOES POV.
I looked over at the clock. It was 3:36am. This was the fifth day in a row I haven't been able to sleep. It's been four days since Cammie and I broke up. Sure, it's my fault. I mean, technically it's not, how was I supposed to know that Taylor spiked my drink? How was I supposed to know that Taylor was going to make sure I was drunk enough to get with her. OH! Did I mention that Taylor recorded it and send it ALL across the campus? Yes, that's right, you can get a Joe Jonas sex tape! Only $9.99! I sighed and got up. Maybe if I just talked to her things would be alright again. I jumped out of bed and put on jeans and a white polo. I slid on my sneakers and made my way out of the room, quietly. That's when I saw what I wish I never did…
MILEYS POV.
The doctor pulled me into an empty room and made me sit down.
"TELL ME! PLEASE!" I begged.
"NO!" he yelled, but then whispered. "Okay, in the kitchen.. Under the liver in the freezer there's a report, take it. It's his. That's all I can tell you."
"Thank you." I whispered. "ASSHOLE!" I screeched, putting on a show then walked to the kitchen and eagerly opened the freezer to grab the liver. YUCK. I took the paper and shoved it under my shirt and put the liver back. I calmly walked to the bathroom and took out the report. Eagar to make sure my life wasn't lifeless.
Jonas, Nicholas Jerry. Age sixteen. The impact on his head was a little too much for him. The damage of the outer body is unbelievable. He has multiple cuts and bruises along the torso, and he has a scar down his back and broke 2 toes from pressing on the brake. Onto the internal damage, he has pulled 3 muscles in his back and will be lucky to walk without pain until it heals. He might not get to experience this pain due to the fact ..
JOES POV.
I looked to see who I used to call baby, angel, on top of Rob. Rob was a womanizer, I've also hated Rob since third grade. They were outside of his room, getting ready to do this that I really don't want to know. She looked over at me and smirked then pulled Rob into the room. My life was over. The only thing I had left was my little brother Nick. My eldest brother Kevin was a cocaine addict, so it was a matter of time before he was gone. I looked down at my cell phone to see a I had a missed call, I called back the strange number to hear someone crying.
"Miley?" I asked, stunned.
"Nick-Nick-Nick." She sobbed, unable to control herself.
"Nick, what? What's going on Miley?" I asked worried.
"Nick's
