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Chapter 4

Nate's POV

I'm guessing something big and bad happened, because when I drowsily woke up today, I was magically in the hospital. The blanket that I was sitting on felt crappy too, to top it off. Suddenly, my mom walked in through the door and hugged me like it was the last time she'd see me, along with the rest of my family. Shane and Jason walked in to, oddly.

"Why is everyone here? Why am I here?" I asked loudly, suddenly sitting up. Why was everyone was giving me so much attention? Oops…bad choice, I reached up with my hand because my head suddenly spurted pain. Surprisingly, there was a think bandage wrap already around it.

"You don't remember the car accident?" Jason asked quickly.

My mom hushed him and explained in a calm voice, "Honey, you were hit by a car about five hours ago…don't worry!!!! You're completely fine! Just several injuries…" she quickly explained at the sudden panicky look on my face.

I guess I still looked dubious because my dad answered, "Just some sprains…and nothing at all happened to your voice or hands…"

It felt like a great weight had dropped off of my shoulders. Good, nothing that interfered with my music career. I was probably really lucky. ..

"We'll explain everything later, okay?" my mom hushed me again as the doctor entered, whom Shane had went to get.

Basically, all Dr. Hanson did was test my injuries, talk to me about them, give me my medication, (which by the way I would need to be in the hospital for three more days; definitely not a plus point) and tell me that everything would be okay.

With that, he left, and a police officer walked in. I was too tired to notice what he looked at, except his big badge that said "Officer Pooh." It glittered against the mirror and made me snicker, which he obviously did not appreciate.

"Okay…let's get down to business. First of all, your case could have been an attempted murder…do you have any enmities with anyone?" he asked, taking out a notepad.

I looked clueless, "Wait, what? What case? What are you talking about?"

The officer sighed, "Err…I don't know if you know this, but you got hit by a car in a deserted shopping lane. Doesn't that ring a bell?"

"Oh…well, um…not that I know of, except some old bullies…maybe some psycho or jealous fans?" I answered, unsure of myself.

"I need the names of those bullies, and I'll need you to remember any weird fan mail…" he continued scribbling on his notepad.

This time I sighed, "There was Michael Phillips, he pushed my head down the toilet in fourth grade…John Rackow…he hid my pants and hung them up on the school flag…and I think David Monroe…who pushed me into the middle of a high school football game…" I shuddered at the thought of that one. All that came to my mind were big, screaming, burly men, "Also…my boss doesn't give me the bad mail, just the good ones, so no…no weird fan mail…"

The officer looked at me weird before continuing, "Okay…it could be just some crazy teenagers. The girl we found doesn't have any info either…and I'm gonna contact your boss to see if he still has any bad mail with him left."

"Girl? What girl?" I asked immediately, curious.

Officer Pooh walked over to my bed so he could look more closely at the injuries while talking, "Oh…the girl that saved your life of course. She saw the car hitting you and driving off, and brought you to her home to call the ambulance…Caitlyn, I think…"

"Oh," was all I could think of to say right now, "Well…that was nice…" I wanted to know more about her, but that feeling was probably common. I mean, she did save my life, didn't she?

The officer chuckled, "Of course it was nice, would you rather of lay there and died?"

I turned my head to the other side when there was a knock on the door again.

"Delivery for Mr. Nate Black…" a boring monotonous voice announced. I turned my head again to see the secretary holding a package with a balloon floating from it.

Who got a gift for me? Seriously, I swear that my parents are over doing it…

But it wasn't them at all…it was from that girl Caitlyn. The package was a box of chocolates, too bad though, because I was diabetic. Any one of my fans would know that, obviously she wasn't a hard core fan then. Still, it was nice of her.

"Can I see this girl, Caitlyn?" I asked Officer Pooh suddenly, who turned around when I asked him the question.

"Why? She's still at the police station…I don't think you can without her permission..." he answered, scratching his head.

"But…I want to thank her in person…what she did for me isn't just something you give a person a thank you note for. Besides, she makes me curious…" I remarked as casually as I could. The pain in my arm was unbearable when I turned my body towards him.

"That's not up to me…I'll give her a note from you if you want, but that's the best I can do. Who do you think I am, cupid?" he snorted. I went a deep scarlett as he said this. It's not like I liked her or anything. If someone saved your life, wouldn't you want to meet them?

"Fine," I muttered, annoyed with this guy. If he was going to ask for an autograph, he definitely wouldn't get it.

The officer took out a piece of paper and looked at me, "What do you want me to write?"

"Huh?" I looked utterly confused, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Do you believe that you're in any condition to write?"

I grimaced at his tone of voice. This was just great; with him here…what could I say?

"Err…Thanks for saving my life, and thanks for the present?" I replied unsurely. I also told him to write my cell phone number, for some odd reason. He scribbled it down, and carefully had me sign my name to it. Little did I know what he was going to do…

About an hour after he left, my dad came in and told me something that made me furious. Apparently, the officer had walked out, pocketing his pants saying, "This'll be great for my daughter…"

Seriously!! What a jerk!! How was I going to find Caitlyn Gellar now? Wherever she was, I was determined to…and I wouldn't stop until I met her once and for all.

Why did I feel this way?

No clue whatsoever….

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