I took a deep breath, and slowly opened my eyes. The smell of the gunpowder burned my eyes, and blood was rolling down my leg.

"FUCK!" I screamed at myself.

I took a towel I found on the car floor and put it on my leg, which had a huge gash due to the glass all over the car.

After about fifteen minutes of sitting in the car with glass up my ass, Nick walked out of the store with a bag full of clothes. When he walked out, his mouth dropped down to the wet ground and he ran over.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"

"Carver."

"Shit, where'd he go?

"I have no idea. My eyes were closed. Oh, yeah. My leg's cut in half."

"How'd that happen?"

"Glass."

"We have to go to the hospital."

"No."

"Melody… you can see the bone."

"I'm Fine. Trust me."

"I don't care what you say. I'm carrying you there.

"Whatever."

I was actually happy when I limped out of the car and Nick picked me up. My god, he must work out or something. Ten pack much?

When we go to the hospital he put me in a wheelchair and told the lady at the front desk that my leg was literally cut in half. She told us to go to ICU, which was down on the other end of the hospital. So Nick and I walked around the hospital lost like fuck until finally the janitor showed us the way.

"We walked in and the doctor almost immediately runs up to me, with tears running down my eyes because it was starting to sting.

"What happened?" the doctor asked.

" I fell on broken glass." I lied.

"Sir, please sit over there. I have it all taken care of now." The doctor said to Nick.

"No… you don't understand. Please."

"Ma'am, we can't let anyone other then your parents with you. And don't lie to me, I know he's not your dad."

He wheeled me away. I ended up being put to sleep. I didn't remember anything.

Over six hours later at 3 am, I was in a hospital bed with Nick kneeling over the bed with tears running down his eyes. I don't know what he said, but I know he said something to me that he would never say to me when I was awake.

"Nick… why the hell are you crying?"

"It's just tha" he said before he ran out of the room.

I took a deep breathe and fell back to sleep. I could barely feel my leg, which was hoisted up and in a giant cast.

"Shit. What are we going to do?" I thought to myself right before I fell back asleep.

I was dreaming. It was late and I was in bed at my house in Ohio, before I moved to the UK. My mom was in the kitchen, making chocolate chip cookies. I was on the old floral couch watching The Powerpuff girls.

"Muma! Look!" I yelled. I was four.

"Honey, it's your favorite show!"

"Powerpuff girls!" I yelled back.

I woke up. And almost immediately started to cry. I missed those days so much that it was crazy. I knew my mother wouldn't be proud of me for all that I've done in the past few months. Cursed, lost my virginity, almost got shot, and now I'm sitting in a hospital in England crying.

Nick walked back in.

"What's wrong? He asked.

"I had a dream." I said with tears running down my eyes.

"I can't tell you. Or it will never happen again in the real world."

I was still crying when the doctor walked in. I didn't even know it name. So, I looked at his nametag and I could barely read it. He must have taken out my old contacts of something.

"Melody, your leg has over thirty staples. I'm looking at about two weeks in the hospital so you don't have to walk around on it at home. And when you do leave it won't be healed so you'll have to be on bed rest for about a month. If you want, we can send nurses over once a week to help you, unless your friend will…" the doctor said while glaring at Nick.

I was so tempted to ask, "what? Do you think just because Nick's shirt is dirty and he has a tattoo means that he can't be responsible for someone else? Well guess what man bitch, he's my best friend. The only person I can lean on, imagine myself with, trust, and believe in. But I didn't because he was right there.

"Okay. But yeah, Nick can take care of me." I said.

"Okay. Get some rest." The doctor said before walking in.

"Fuck him." I said with a smile to Nick.

"Haha. You're so funny."

He lay in the hospital bed with me, and I turned my head towards him. He looked into my eyes, and put his hand to my cheek. My face got closer to his nose and his lips touched mine so soft that I could barely feel them. Then his mouth slowly opened and I could feel his tongue touch my lips. I slowly opened my mouth and we started making out, in the hospital bed with the door open. I slowly pulled away and smiled. All that came out of my mouth was…

"Nick, I love you."

Sorry about this chapter being so short, but I thought this part was an amazing part to end on. I didn't have fun reading this until towards the end. I have no idea why I have so much fun writing romance. Is my action turning into it? Omg, lol. Next chapter will be longer!