The Fault In Our Lives
Chapter 10:
Previously… Why do we have to suffer all the dreadful things in life? There are so many people who could suffer? Why us?
Nash was lying on the pristine white hospital bed, barely awake. He was a mess. His brown hair stuck up in weird angles around his face, his blue eyes were bloodshot and sore, his skin was a nasty pale grey colour, and under his tired eyes sat black bruises of exhaustion.
I sat at the end of his bed, looking for signs that he was alive.
"Hey" he said wearily.
"Hey, how you feeling. You look terrible" I say
"Thanks" he says "You kinda don't look nice yourself" he jokes
"Hahahahaha" I say "Honestly, how are you?"
"I'm paralysed, what do you think?"
I don't speak. Instead my gaze drifts uncomfortably to the crinkled bedsheets I sit on. The familiar sting of tears threatens behind my eyes like a waterfall slowly cascading tragically down a cliff edge. I close my eyes and wipe them away, so he will not see me cry, I do not want to see him cry.
A blur of blue and white bursts into the small room.
"Ashley Bob King?" a Nurse says looking down at her clipboard
"Present" Nash says. His real name is Ashley? I though Nash was his full name?
He then looks at me with a 'sorry' type smile.
"I am here to discuss your condition with you." I can feel the tension rise like an angry morning sun. Nash shifts under the covers, I nervously twiddle my fingers on my lap. It's been a day since his diagnosis. The truth is too harsh to bear this soon. I just want to fall asleep. I want to fall asleep and pretend none of this ever happened. That I never met Nash, that I never went to stupid school, and that we aren't in hospital watching Nash slowly fall apart as his happiness deteriorates in front of me. Just like Augustus.
"Sorry, should I go?" I ask the nurse who sits next to his bedside, flicking through files like she's delivered heartbreaking news every day. Maybe she has. Maybe it doesn't bother you after a while.
"No please stay." Nash says quickly, his eyes meeting mine in a silent plea. The nurse ignores us.
She continues to talk to Nash about his condition. Why does he have to be paralysed? Is it me? Making everyone I touch have a nasty condition or die slowly?
I want to tear my hair out and die so no one else will suffer the 'Hazel Virus' that I always give to people I care about. I gaze at Nash taking all the information in. He has to go through Physical therapy. Poor boy. He will never walk again, or that is what the Nurse says. Somehow I do not trust or believe her. There is a weird vibe that I seem to get when she says something.
The nurse goes out of the room. I silently pray to god. She is gone. I probably will never see her again.
"YIPPPPPEEEEEEE!" I say out loud
"You didn't like her? Me too. There was something off about her." Nash says, his eyes do not open but he smiles.
The door is suddenly pushed open and my nightmares come true.
The nurse comes back.
With a wheelchair.
"This, Ashley, is your mode of transport for the rest of your life." she says with no emotion, she is almost life-less. Why is she a nurse? To make people sad while they are getting better?
She strides over to Nash and grabs his legs, hauling him into the chair roughly, her robot like expression not even twitching. I follow them out from the room down a never ending labyrinth of white walls and busy people. We eventually reached a cold, clinical room. It had a lot of weird machines in it.
Nash looked scared. His face almost hit the floor with fear. These machines look like death traps. And he has to use them to help him to walk. I cross my fingers hopefully that he will survive and walk again. I tried to comfort him by putting my hand on his shoulder, but before I could do that, the stupid nurse wheeled him away.
The nurse has dyed black hair, that falls about her sharp skinny face in lifeless whisps, cheekbones sharper than razors stuck from her cheeks pulling her pale skin tightly over her skull and making her lips thin and angled. Her claw like nails were razor sharp, like she had filed them until she got the shape she wanted.
I sat down on a chair. Watching Nash doing the physical therapy treatment. I didn't think it was necessary, but it was according to the idiot that everyone thinks is a nurse.
Authors Note:
TM: What is up with that nurse? I just had to add in some mystery. I love it. On a very serious note, these last 4 chapters will be very sad and tragic, I am warning you, if you do not like this, then leave, I am not stopping you.
SSG: So… Review? Pleeeeease :)
MDA: Just to let You know TwilightMortal spent a lot of time on it with SlightlyStrangeGirl during the holidays BUT it is still not as good as my stories :P
TM: Our chapters are longer….. around a thousand words and You write 500 word ish.. don't argue that we don't have lives…. This isn't an inside joke, its an argument! :)
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