Well, I got an okay response for the story, but I would really like a few more reviews on both of my stories, especially 'Never Too Late'. But anyways, here's chapter two.
OH YEAH!! The weirdest thing happened (and yes this has to do with the story). So I imagined the accident in the story occurring on a street with many houses and an island in the middle with trees. (Sorry it's kind of hard to explain. But anyways, I was coming home from school and noticed that they put a stop sign on one of those streets and it was behind a pretty large tree. And my dad was talking about it when I got home and saying how people would probably miss it since they just put it there. So yeah I instantly thought of this story haha. Just thought I would share that little story. Okay so now here's chapter two.
"Nate, honey. I know it's hard, but you have to eat something." Denise leaded with her son, as the family quietly sat in the nearly hospital café.
Nate sighed loudly, lifting the plastic spoon covered with lasagna to his dry lips.
Jason and Shane glanced at each other worriedly. Although Nate was the quiet one out of the three, he was rarely this antisocial. Unless something was severely bothering him.
After ten minutes of silence, Nate quietly excused himself, leaving the rest of the family to sit and worry.
Nate quickly strode to the bathroom, ignoring the curious stares from other people in the hallway. He walked around a bend down a second hallway, to avoid the entrance area, where the paparazzi were anxiously waiting outside the windows, desperate to catch of glimpse of the trio and their family.
He violently pushed the bathroom door open, letting it slam loudly behind him. Breathing heavily, he stood in front of the mirror.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sides of the sink. His eyes burned with tears, and he squeezed his eyes firmly shut, trying to stop them from flowing.
Memories of what happened earlier that day flooded into his mind.
The flashing lights on the ambulance. The loud piercing sirens. The rushed EMT's trying to save the injured girl. Although he had been frozen in time, he had been able to barely make out their words.
But the part that hit Nick the most was their urgency once they lifted her
off of the ground. although they seemed calm, Nate could tell that they had been desperately trying to get her to a hospital soon.
About an hour later, Nate and his family had been sitting in the waiting room. he hadn't been quite sure why they had stayed. As much as he had wanted to disappear, he couldn't have brought himself to leave.
The doctors wouldn't tell them anything because they weren't family, but he did tell Kristine's mother the girl's condition and unfortunately, wasn't very careful of the volume he spoke at.
The words rang through Nick's ears, echoing throughout his mind.
"...trauma to the head..."
"...about four broken ribs...sprained wrist...broken bone...knee..."
"...possible internal bleeding...possible kidney failure...heart stopped...surgery..."
"Oh, God," Nate groaned, as sweat broke out on his forehead. He felt the burning sensation in his throat and barely made it to the bathroom stall in time.
Tears fell from his eyes as his small lunch made it's way back through his mouth. Chunks of orange and yellow gushed from his mouth until he was heaving into the toilet, nothing left to expel.
He collapsed onto the cool, tile, sobs wracking his weak body. He didn't even notice the person walk into the small bathroom and wrap their arms around him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he repeated, his words choked as he struggled to breath.
Denise swallowed the growing lump in her throat. "It's okay, honey. It's gonna be okay."
Denise didn't know who he was trying to reassure most; Nate or herself.
"Look, we're really sorry about all of this. If you want we can pay for all the medical bills and do everything we can to help you out,"The boys' father, Paul, tried to console Kristine's mother.
"No, thank you for the offer, but really, I couldn't accept that," Lisa Simmons smiled softly.
"Really, it's the least we can-," Paul was interrupted, by a doctor and nurse coming towards them.
"Ms. Simmons, could we talk to you in private for a moment." The doctor didn't wait for an answer before walking towards a quiet corner.
The tired woman stood. "Excuse me," she said politely, moving past Paul.
"Do you think she's okay," a quiet voice broke the uncomfortable silence between the family members. After many shed tears, hugs and comforting words, Nick and his mother had returned to the waiting room.
"Dude, she'll be fine. Stop worrying, okay," Shane replied, returning to the game he was playing on his PSP.
Lisa came back, tears running down her cheeks. "She just got out of surgery. Her heart stopped twice during surgery, but she's stabilized now. She's sleeping now, but they said she should be awake soon."
Denise and Paul stood and embraced the emotional woman. Shane and Jason both looked at each other, relieved. Frankie sat playing his Nintendo DS, oblivious to the events occurring.
Nate sat upright in his chair, holding his breath unconsciously. He desperately wanted to see her. But he didn't at the same time.
Minutes passed, and soon enough, Lisa went to go and see her daughter, who had finally awoken.
Kristine groaned as the door opened. She felt like a truck had run over her, not a car. Almost her entire body was in pain. She heard the door open, and tried to turn her head, hoping it was a nurse with painkillers.
"Oh, something wicked this way comes," she said sarcastically, watching her mother slowly approach her bedside.
"I see you haven't lost your sense of humor. How are you feeling?"
The young girl rolled her eyes. "I was fine until you showed up. And don't pretend you care, either, because you and I both know you don't give a shizit what happens to me."
"Kristine," her mother hissed. "You will not talk to me in that tone of voice. I am your mother, and you will treat me with the respect I deserve."
"Y'know, as cliche as this sounds, I'm already treating you with all the respect you deserve. And seriously, mother, I really was feeling better until you came in, so if you could kindly back out of the room, it would be greatly appreciated." The young girl turned her head, listening as her mother left the room.
"Damn it, I need some painkillers, now." Moving the arm without the sprained wrist, she pressed the call button.
She heard the door open again. "Well, finally. Can I please get some pain killers now-." She stopped abruptly when she noticed who was standing in the doorway.
Nate Jonas was standing in the doorway of room 514.
The Nate Jonas of the Jonas Brothers. Or, as Kristine usually called them, the most overrated, annoying band, ever.
His curly hair was a mess, and his clothes were rumpled. He face looked as if her hadn't slept in days. And yet, he still looked amazingly attractive.
Not that she would ever admit it.
For one of the first times in a long time, she was speechless. "Um-what exactly are you doing here?"
He cleared his throat loudly, and ran a trembling hand through his hair. "I-I actually ca-came to apologize for what happened..."
Apologize for what happened...she thought, before realization struck her.
Nate Jonas had been the cause of this whole mess.
If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown and sleeping under itchy sheets.
She would be sitting at her friend, Brianni's house, eating Ben & Jerry's ice cream from the carton and visiting Jonas Brothers hate sites.
Although Kristine would secretly feel guilty, because for some reason, she had decided to give their music a chance one afternoon, and somehow, had been able to hear past their whiny voices and simple chords, and actually discover the meaning in their lyrics.
But, of course, she wouldn't admit that to anyone. Not even Nathan Jerry Jonas himself.
Which reminded her that he was standing in front of her, waiting for a reply.
"So, you're the oh so famous, Nate Jonas, youngest member of the Jonas Brothers."
He shifted on his feet uncomfortably. "Uh-yeah, yeah that's me...I guess..."
She smirked. "So, you came to apologize..."
"Well, yeah," Nate was surprised that he hadn't panicked yet. Not just at the fact that he had practically killed her, but because she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, bandages and all. Nick was not good around pretty girls.
She suddenly became angry. "Well, good, because I'm pretty sure the next few months for me are going to be pure hell. I mean, God, can't you so called "rock stars" get over yourselves. You go around driving your fancy new car and look what happens. You're only sixteen. Probably just got your liscence. And I bet you were driving alone too. Ugh, typical celebrities. Always thinking they're invincible..."
Nate just stood, shocked and hurt by her words. "Sorry," he mumbled quietly. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. It was a complete accident."
She scoffed. "Yeah, of course. Well, I hope you realize how much this "accident" is costing me. I have about four broken ribs, internal bleeding near my kidney, and I broke two bones in my knee, Nathan." She spat the words as if they were venom. "And now, I may never be able to play volleyball again. Do you know how that makes me feel? Volleyball is my life. I have nothing without it. I am nothing without it..." Her voice cracked. No, Kristine. Don't lose your composure. You cannot be weak. You need to make him weak.
Tears burned Nate's eyes as he blinked repeatedly to keep them from falling. God, I should've known she would hate me. "Um, okay then." He knew she could hear the hurt in his voice, and he was mildly grateful when she didn't attempt to insult him any more.
He turned on his heel and was almost out the room when he heard her voice call him.
"Oh, and Nate."
He stopped, not wanting to see the satisfied smirk on her face.
"Don't bother coming back here. In case you haven't noticed already, I'm not really a fan." She sneered.
And with those words, Nick left the room, feeling worthless and guilty.
She had done exactly what she wanted. She had broken him. Exactly what she was aiming for.
Bulls eye.
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