Complicated.
Chapter Thirteen.
Danielle sighed as she felt a soft muscular hand rubbing her shoulder lightly. She turned over, she was in a bed. Not in hospital anymore. Groaning lightly, she opened her eyes. Squinting as she adjusted to the light.
"You're awake." Kevin said softly. He was laying beside her, she smiled looking up at him.
"When did we get here?" She asked.
They were laying on the huge bed in the centre of Miley's apartment. Kevin sighed.
"Well, Alex was tired yesterday, so Joe drove him back to your sisters. And then you got knocked out too, so I bought you back here." Kevin said rubbing her shoulder.
"And has my mum called about Joey?" Danielle asked remembering her own son who currently was spending the weekend with his grandparents.
"Yeah, his being an angel." Kevin said kissing Danielle's forehead.
"Where's everyone?" Danielle asked.
"Joe's gone out for breakfast with Taylor, Demi is on her way – she just had to close up the salon. Brandi and Sam got here last night, there in the next room." Kevin explained.
"Where's Nick?" Danielle asked.
"… He isn't answering his phone." Kevin asked. "Not even when I called him from Miley's phone." He said.
"Gosh, has Miley woken up?" Danielle asked.
"Not that I know of, when we left she was still out of it." Kevin said.
"Gosh, we need to get back to the hospital." Danielle said sitting up.
"We will, but you need to rest." Kevin said rubbing her shoulder.
"No, I need to make sure Miley's alright. I wont be able to sleep if I'm not a hundred percent sure." Danielle said closing her eyes.
The door of the room creaked open slowly, causing both Kevin and Danielle to look up. Brandi stood there. She looked tired, her brown eyes were lazily open a little, her face naked and she was wrapped up in pyjamas.
"We're going to head down to the hospital in an hour." She said in a monotone.
"Okay." Danielle said softly smiling weakly at her.
Brandi yawned, "Gosh, it's going to be a long day." She muttered walking out.
"I feel terrible. It's all my fault." Danielle said putting her head into the pillow.
"No, it's not. Miles just needs rest, she'll be as good as new." Kevin said kissing her shoulder.
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Brandi sighed angrily as she dialled the familiar number once more. Comeon,pickup.She thought to herself. Groaning as she reached the same voicemail again she sighed, deciding to actually leave a message this time.
"Hey Mum… look I knowthat you're in Milan doing a fashion show right now and that you're really busy. I understand that. But could you please answer your phone? Miley's in the hospital and Dad isn't picking up either." She said. She waited for a moment, rolling her eyes as her mother still didn't pick up. She hung up, looking up at Sam.
"Babe?" Sam asked.
Brandi sighed, running her hands through her hair. "Gosh, I need a haircut." She muttered. "Nothing. She didn't pick up!" Brandi said stuffing her phone into her jean pockets.
"She'll get the message." Sam tried to reassure her, sitting beside her.
"Yeah, right. Since when has she ever checked her messages? She gets hundreds of them from business partners." Brandi whispered.
"Let's just worry about Miley right now." Sam said taking her hand.
"She would want Mum here when she wakes up." Brandi said closing her eyes and leaning back. "If she wakes up." She muttered.
"Hey, Miley's fine… she's just resting." Sam said rubbing Brandi's shoulder. "Get up, go see her." He said smiling down at Sam. "I bet she'll love for you to talk to her." He said.
"Gosh, yeah, I probably should." Brandi said wiping her eyes.
"Yeah, I'll be right here when you get out." Sam said kissing her lips lightly.
Brandi walked into the white hospital room, Miley lay on the bed. Her eyes were closed, she looked like she was asleep. Her chest was rising and falling slowly, and her breathing was the only sound in the room.
"Hey Miles…" Brandi whispered.
She didn't know what she was waiting for… a reply? Probably not going to happy.
"The doctor said your body is exhausted, and that you need to rest." Brandi said closing her eyes. "I didn't think it was possible for you to need more sleep, you sleep the days away." Brandi said laughing dryly. She sat beside Miley.
"Everyone's waiting for you to get up. It's been a day, but it feels like forever." Brandi said looking down. "Doctors say maybe a week or two, maybe shorter… they don't know." She whispered.
"Mum hasn't picked up her phone yet, but Dad should call me back soon… then they'll fly over to see their little girl." Brandi said closing her eyes. "Nick's done a runner." She whispered. "No one knows where he is…" She explained.
"Gosh, Miles… get up."
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Chris smiled as he walked out onto the beach. It was really hard to find a beach in New York, but surely he had found one. Actually, he hadn't. Nick had found one, when they'd first started dating. Nick had taken him to this beach the first time they said they loved each other. He smiled as he saw the waves, they were still rushing into the shore and back.
He smiled as he slipped off his shoes, walking down the beach. He frowned when he saw a familiar figure sat down on the shore. He walked closer, sitting beside the man.
"What are you doing here?" Chris asked looking at Nick.
Nick looked down at his hands, he closed his eyes lightly, fighting back tears.
"How long have you been here?" Chris asked moving closer to Nick.
"A while." Nick said.
His voice was cold and strained like he'd been crying. Chris had only ever heard that voice three times, when his grandfather died, when his father disowned him and when he told Nick he was a recovering cancer patient.
"How long?" Chris asked.
"I got here about three hours ago…" Nick whispered.
"Where have you been?" Chris said leaning into Nick.
"Driving, clearing my head." Nick replied.
"Why haven't you been answering your phone?" Chris asked. "People have been calling for you all morning." He muttered.
"I don't want to talk to anyone." Nick said putting his fist in the sand. "I just want to be alone."
"Do you want me to leave?" Chris asked hesitantly.
"No, I want to be with you." Nick said.
Chris smiled softly, taking his hand lightly and playing with it.
"I'm not well…" Chris whispered.
"What wrong?" Nick asked worriedly.
Chris said taking his hand and placing it in his lap. He bit his lip.
"Gosh, how can I make this simple?" Chris said holding back tears. "Okay… remember when I was fifteen and the cells of cancer had shrank to a minimum but the doctors couldn't get rid of them completely?" Chris asked. "They've been growing or something and it's really painful but the doctors are thinking about chemo already and gosh… I don't know what's going to happen to us…" Chris explained.
"What-what's happening to us is that I love you!" Nick screamed gripping his hand.
"I love you too… but sometimes it's not enough." Chris whispered.
"It's always enough… you'll always be enough." Nick whispered.
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Guys… 96. we're at 96! Which means you guys are so close to 100! Please hit 105. that's all I want. It's my birthday on Saturday this week, so I might not updated again until next week. But 105 would be a pretty good present from you guys! Next one will be longer I'm just… getting lazy. But I know what I want for the next one so bye!
Jasmine.