Mitchie's Point of View
Broken
Mitchie's Point of View
Shane's coughing cut off. His legs buckled and he fell to the floor, unconscious. His breathing was labored, like he had to use all of his energy to breathe. I expected Nate to start barking out orders. I turned and he was standing there, frozen, his eyes wide.
"Jason, call the hospital," I ordered. "Nate, snap out of it."
"I thought… I could have sworn… it's my fault," He whispered.
"No, it's not," I snapped. I was going to continue but the ambulance arrived. They loaded Shane in as the 3 of us got in the limo.
We waited at least an hour before they told us anything. "He's responding well to the treatment but we'll need to keep him a couple more days to be sure. You can go see him."
When we walked in, Shane was just waking up. Before his eyes were even completely open, Nate was apologizing.
"I'm so sorry. I could have sworn I said…" Shane cut him off.
"If you say you did, I believe you. The hotel could have just messed up the order. I don't blame you," he insisted.
"I told you," I muttered under my breath. Shane must have heard because he laughed. Jason gave him a confused looked which made me join in. By the time we stopped, Nate had started looking happier.
"When can I leave?" Shane asked.
"A couple more days and you can leave," Nate answered.
Shane's phone went off. A nurse came in and told us to take it outside.
"Hello?" Nate answered it.
"WHY is Shane on Hot Tunes? I don't care if he quit, he needs to get his butt over here NOW! That girl…"
"Is right here," I said darkly, "And you should let Shane make his OWN decisions instead of an idiot like you." Nate and Jason were giving me funny looks by the end of my speech. I hit the end button and asked "What?"
"No wonder Shane likes you, you can be so like him that it's scary."
I started to walk downstairs to get something to drink, when I felt something push against my back. I whirled around and saw an angry man behind me.
"Move it!" he yelled.
"Leave her alone!" Nate defended me.
The man gave me another shove which knocked me down the stairs. I saw a glimpse of Nate and Jason's shocked faces as I tumbled down the stairs. I heard Nate yelling at the man. A crack like a gunshot sounded and pain shot through my leg. I gasped as I landed at the bottom of the stairs. Nate and Jason rushed down to me and saw my leg sticking out at an unnatural angle. Tears flowed down my face. Nate ran to go get a doctor.
Yes, I know, short chapter. An idea for a new story keeps running around in my head, making it hard to write. Put that on top of school and it's next to impossible to think up ideas. Wait, major idea! Yeah!