Ch. 7 Hospital

AN: Heyhey people! The reasons why I haven't updated in eons: 1. I wanted you all to be in suspense and 2. My friend showed me this really cool Jonas Brothers Fanfiction site. If you want to find My Mystery, it's on that site. I'm dinolove453 there too. It's the Jonas Brothers Fanfiction Archive.

And here's the chapter! Whee!

Nate POV

Panic entered my soul as I caught her in my arms. I, whilst shaking uncontrollably, looked at the back of her head. She was bleeding profoundly and I felt my heart stop. I quickly covered the back of her head with my hand and picked her up, walking to the kitchen phone.

I dialed 911 in haste, so many thoughts running through my head I wouldn't be able to write them all here.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?" a bored voice answered.

"Yeah, hi, my girlfriend accidentally slipped and bumped her head and now the back of it is bleeding really badly and she's passed out," I said all of this in a hurry, too scared to talk slower.

"Street and address, sir," she asked. I gave it and hung up, cradling Maggie while still stemming the flow of blood.

Soon enough sirens whirred by and the door burst open. Paramedics came in a whir and bandaged Maggie's head while laying her out on a stretcher. I followed, hastily calling her parents on my cell phone that I grabbed on the way out.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Dubois? It's Nate."

"Ah, Nate. What's wrong?" she asked pleasantly.

"Maggie hit her head and is bleeding really badly so I called 911 and they're taking her to the hospital and she's passed out," I breathed manically.

I heard her scream and drop the phone. I sat on the side of the ambulance, holding Maggie's hand tightly as the paramedics checked and bandaged her head. I felt tears of fear begin to pour down my face.

"Please be okay, Mags, I'd die without you," I sobbed.

CampRock

I paced outside the ER. I knew I needed to calm down, but I couldn't. I was in a state of extreme panic. What if she actually burst a blood vessel and had a stroke? What if she went blind, or deaf, or mute, or…

Mrs. and Mrs. Dubois ran in then with panicked faces. I turned to them, trying not to look hopeless, but I have to admit I failed miserably.

"What's wrong? Where's my baby girl?" her father demanded of a nurse exiting the ER.

"Your questions will be answered in a minuet by Dr. Robinson," she sighed, "You need to fill out some forms," she pointed to the front.

Mr. Dubois stomped over to the service desk as Mrs. Dubois turned to me, sobbing.

"What happened?" she begged.

"We were goofing off and she slipped and hit her head, it was an accident, I'm so sorry Mrs. Dubois," I sobbed.

"It's okay," she sighed, "The only thing that matters is whether or not Margarita is all right," she sat down and began to sob. Mr. Dubois sat next to her and gruffly signed the sheets of paper; although Maggie was a legal adult she still used her parents' insurance.

A man in a doctor's coat and glasses, with curly black hair and dark skin walked out then. Mrs. Dubois stood up anxiously as Mr. Dubois quickly turned in the forms. I looked at the doctor hopelessly.

"Mrs. Dubois?" the doctor asked. She nodded fretfully as her husband walked over.

"And you must be Mr. Dubois. And you are…?" he turned to me expectantly.

"Nate Johnson," I choked out, "Maggie's boyfriend."

"Ah," he nodded, "Well, Mr. and Mrs. Dubois, Nate, please, sit down. I am Dr. Robinson," Mr. Dubois sat down angrily and Mrs. Dubois burst into tears as she sat back down. I found I was paralyzed, rooted to the ground. I stayed standing.

"Well, when your daughter hit her head she accidentally tore open the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. The bleeding was heavy, but we managed to patch it up and give her stitches. She is very lucky. She hit her head pretty hard and knocked the visual sensory glands, but she can still see just as fine, just maybe a higher contact lens prescription might be needed. But if she had hit her head any harder she would be blind," Mr. Robinson paused for questions.

I felt my knees weaken with relief as I managed to sit down. I held my face in my hands, pure and joyous relief pumping through me.

"What about her fainting? Did she have a concussion?" Maggie's dad demanded.

"No, it was out of shock. Is Margaret afraid of blood?" the doctor asked.

I looked up and nodded. All three turned to me.

"When we were in Washington during Spring Break Shane accidentally cut himself," I blushed and rambled at the attention, "She almost fainted."

Dr. Robinson nodded as if this confirmed everything, "It was a smile fear-faint, however, we have her asleep right now. She'll need to sleep for a while, or she might still loose her sight. But she'll be fine," he smiled warmly.

"When will she wake up?" I asked before her parents could.

"In twenty four hours. She needs to recover," he explained.

"Well," Mr. Dubois stood up and shook Dr. Robinson's hand, "Thank you, doctor. None of us would know what to do without our little Maggie."

"You're welcome. I have to go check on her now, but as her closest family you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like," Dr. Robinson smiled directly at me, "Yes, even you, Nate."

I nodded as he left. Maggie's parents turned to talk to each other as I pulled out my cell phone. I called Mitchie immediately.

"Nate? Nate! Is she okay?" Mitchie picked up on the first ring and desperately babbled into the phone.

"Yeah, she'll be fine. She just needs to sleep for a day and needs to get a higher glasses prescription," I sighed, finding my voice still weak with relief.

"Thanks God. Oh, thank God," Mitchie continued to repeat this.

"Okay, Mitchie, you're relieved," I finally managed to interject with a laugh, "I need to call everyone."

"Oh, right. I'll be there soon. What's the hospital?" she hurriedly asked.

"St. Peter's," I sighed, "See you soon." I hung up and called Shane.

"Nate! Is Maggie okay?" he demanded immediately.

"Yeah, she's fine; she just needs to sleep a day and thicker glasses. We're at St. Peter's," I rushed, believing that Shane and Maggie weren't close enough for him to need more info.

"Good, I'll pick up Mitch," and he hung up. I rolled my eyes and dialed Caitlyn's number.

"NATHANIE NICHOLAS JOHNSON," she screamed into the phone so loud that I had to hold it a food from my ear, "MAGGIE BETTER BE OKAY OR YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!"

"Calm down, Caitlyn, she's okay. She's sleeping, and needs new contacts," I plainly explained.

She sighed with relief, "Good. I'm coming, which…" I cut her off.

"St. Peter's," I replied and she hung up the phone. I dialed Jason's next while thinking, isn't she at Camp?

"Nate? How's Maggie?" he asked calmly.

"She's fine; she's asleep and needs new glasses. We're at St. Peter's, but I forgot to ask Cait, can you come down here from Camp Rock?" I asked worriedly.

"I'm sure Brown will let us leave for a family emergency… here comes Caity. Got to go," and he hung up. I proceeded to call Peggy, Ella, Lola, Sander, Barron and Ricky to explain. All were insanely relieved, but unlike the others they couldn't just drop everything just to come, though they would certainly come soon. As soon as I was done, I sat down and let out a sigh of relief.

Maggie's parents came over to me then.

"Nate, I have to go home and explain things to Maggie's sisters, and he has to go clear things up at work. We'll be back before she wakes up, but do you need anything?" Mrs. Dubois asked.

"A blanket," I laughed. She nodded and both left.

I sat back and watched Maggie's door.

CampRock

I had fallen asleep soon after Mitchie and Shane and Mrs. Dubois came back with a couple blankets. I was exhausted.

When I woke up Dr. Robinson was talking with Mitchie, Mrs. Dubois and Shane. I grunted and got up from the chair.

"Ah, Nate. Maggie should be up soon, I was just explaining things," he smiled. I nodded groggily.

"Maggie will have to stick around another week while we run tests and make sure she's okay. She can't wear contacts this whole time, I'm afraid, they'll hurt her eyes. It would also be prudent to have an eye appointment as soon as possible after she leaves. Is this all clear?" he asked.

We all nodded as he reentered Maggie's room. Mrs. Dubois whipped out her cell phone as Mitchie and Shane turned to me.

"How are you doing?" Mitchie asked soothingly.

I raised an eyebrow, "Me? How about you?"

She blushed, "Actually, quite good. All the chaos is helping me forget."

"Ditto," Shane muttered. I nodded.

"I've been better… do you guys mind if I see her first?" I blurted out. Both shook their heads.

"You'll probably have to go after her parents, but you can definetly go before us," Shane shrugged.

"Yes, Nate, it's completely fine," Mitchie urged. I nodded.

Dr. Robinson came out again, "She's awake. You may see her now," and he left.

Mrs. Dubois walked over to us and sighed, "I have to pick up her father. Feel free to see her," and she left as well. I went inside without another word.

Maggie was lying in the bed, her eyes closed and bandages wrapped around her head. At my entrance she opened her eyes and smiled weakly.

"Hey," she laughed softly.

"Hey," I rushed over and knelt by her bed, "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," she stirred and gently rested on me, "And my vision's blurry. They took out my contacts."

I smiled, "Then how'd ya know it was me?" she smiled weakly back at me again.

"Baby, I could recognize your hair if I was blind." I blushed and shrugged.

"Your mom's getting your dad, and Mitchie and Shane are right outside," I explained.

"How are they?" Maggie mumbled. I laughed.

"They'll thank you upon entering. All this has helped them forget for a time," I grinned. Maggie closed her eyes and cuddled against me.

"That's good," she yawned. I chortled.

"You can't still be tired!" I laughed.

"I am, I'm sorry," she mumbled. I continued to chuckle and smoothed the hair off of her face.

"Sleep. I'll be here," I murmured, "I'll always be here."

She smiled softly and fell asleep against me. I watched her sleep with a smile.

CampRock

Mitchie and Maggie had a long, tear-filled talk when she awoke. Shane and Maggie's talk started out angry and ended up with tears of laughter. Maggie and her mom shared teary sentiments in Spanish, and Maggie and her dad went through what sounded like reassurances in French. I came back after that and crawled into her hospital bed.

"I don't think the doctor will be happy about this," Maggie giggled softly. I pulled her up into my arms.

"The doctor can give a crap, for all I care," I mumbled.

"Nate!" Maggie gasped. I cuddled up against her and nuzzled her neck.

"I'm tired, you're tired, let's sleep," I murmured.

"I'm actually not tired, but you can sleep," she smiled at me warmly. Soon enough, I did.

When I woke up I didn't open my eyes right away. I was just happy at the nice, warm feeling she gave me curled up in my arms. I didn't make a sound in case she was asleep.

"So, wait, what are you saying?" I heard a voice, fairly similar to Caitlyn's, ask. I continued to doze.

"I don't know," Maggie sighed, "I mean, on the one hand, when Mitchie talked about it… before… I felt like she was the luckiest girl in the world, and I thought about how much I wanted it, too, ya know? I want to feel that way with him, like we aren't two separate people who can't get enough of each other, but like we're one complete person, painfully separated whenever we are… but then she had to get pregnant!" Maggie groaned, "It's not fair. Why did she have to get pregnant and ruin everyone else's sex lives?" Maggie groaned. I think I felt my heart stop and my brain freeze.

"It's out of the question, now. Mitchie will probably be able to pull through, of course, and Shane too. But I can't put everything on hold, and Nate would kill himself… I can't take any chances," she sighed, "But I want to so fricking bad… Curse you, human hormones!"

"Do you want to hear what I have to say?" Caitlyn murmured.

"Sure," Maggie muttered.

"I say... go for it. No, I'm serious. Listen, Mitchie and Shane were too caught up in the moment to realize anything. Mitchie told me herself they forgot the dang condom. And… well… I haven't told anyone this, but…" Caitlyn paused, "Jason and I had sex last Christmas, and have done it more than a couple of times since."

"WHAT?!" Maggie gasped. A very similar sentiment was going through my own head.

"Yeah. Mitchie's right about it, the intimacy factor, but she…" Maggie cut Caitlyn off.

"JASON?!" she practically screamed.

"Shush, Nate's asleep," Caitlyn giggled, "But yeah, that boy is… full of surprises."

"NO!" Maggie gasped.

"Yes," Caitlyn teased, "But besides that… sex is also fun. I mean it. After the first couple of times, the intimacy… it's still there, it's still a huge factor but… you… experiment… and it feels good," Caitlyn laughed.

"How many times did you guys do it?" Maggie insisted in a shrill voice.

"Counting since we've been sharing a cabin at camp… then again, we've been living together for a while… gosh… I lost track…" Caitlyn sighed.

"You lost track at what? Six? Seven?" Maggie demanded.

"No, more like twelve," Maggie let out another shrill of indignation, "And that was before Spring Break."
"JASON?!" she screamed again.

"Yes, will you get over that, please?" Caitlyn snapped.

"Sorry," Maggie murmured.

"Yes, Jason. Geesh," Caitlyn muttered.

"So what is the point of shocking me beyond reason?" Maggie demanded. I continued to feign slumber.

"To prove that you don't get pregnant if you take proper care. 1. Make him wear a condom. 2. Get on the pill. 3. Go to a gyno beforehand. 4. Keep track of your periods. Follow these steps, and you'll be fine. There's a one or two percent chance you won't be fine," Caitlyn sighed, "And if that happens, goddammit, you can feed me to the sharks at the aquarium."

"Thanks," Maggie giggled, "Well, I have been on the pill ever since my parents fully realized how serious we are at Easter, so I've been to a gyno…" she paused.

"Good! All's left is condoms and period! Keep a planner, marking your period days. Buy a box of condoms and keep 'em stashed under your bed, and one in your purse. This is a no-fail policy, as long as you switch the condoms up once they've passed their due date," Caitlyn laughed, "And if it fails may I be thrown to your sharks."

"Thanks; Cait," Maggie shifted a little in my arms, "You're awesome."

"I know," she laughed, "Now I'm gonna leave before your boyfriend wakes up."

"See ya," Maggie replied. I felt the weight lift off the bed and heard her soft footsteps. I tried to not jump up and plead my case, for it couldn't happen now, of all times.

I waited a good five minuets to wake up. I let out a soft moan and sat up groggily. Maggie giggled softly as I rubbed my eyes and opened them.

"Hello sleepyhead," she smiled. I smiled back.

"Hey, how long was I asleep?" I mumbled. She shrugged.

"I dunno, I talked to Mitchie… Shane… my sisters… Jason… Cait," she shrugged, "So a while, I guess."

"Sorry," I murmured, disgruntled and confused.

"Its okay, Nate," she leaned in and kissed my lips, "Really."

I cupped her face in my hands, trying to breathe easier. I suddenly noticed the electricity between our bodies. I had never noticed that before, scout's honor. I mentally cursed Caitlyn to the darkest pits of hell.

"Are you okay?" she murmured. I realized I had been staying in that position a little too long. I kissed her softly, letting it linger, trying to calm my breaths with familiarity. But I think the kiss just came out as longing, the opposite of what I wished. I felt her snake her arms around me, breathing heavily into my mouth.

Shit. I had to be careful now. I couldn't egg her on. She was a danger to herself.

But her lips tasted so damn good.

I moaned very, very softly and pulled away. She pouted for a fraction of a second.

"Baby, if the doctor comes, he'd be pissed," I murmured. Maggie nodded, nuzzling her face into my neck. Waves of happiness spread through me, no matter how pissed off that made me. It was amazing how frustrated that made me.

"I love you," she murmured, "So much."

"I love you, just as much," I answered automatically. I did, and that's what made it so hard. I had the self control, the self denial, the sheer will of a God. But even the Gods, it seems, got addicted to morphine.

AN: Whee! More conflict! Woot! These chapters were so long, but the next two or so will be short. Which sucks, but hey, whatcha going to do. Please review!