Here's chapter nine! I hope you guys are enjoying this story!
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Catherine got to the car and looked in the window. She saw Nick in the driver's seat bleeding out everywhere. She knew the doors were locked, and she needed to get in the car. She found a large rock nearby, and smashed open his backseat passenger side window. She unlocked the car door, and climbed in his car into the backseat. From there she climbed in the front and sat on top of the center console. There wasn't much room since the entire front half of the car was caved in from the street lamp.
By now Sara and Greg had got out of the car, and were watching Catherine. They wanted so badly to climb in the car with her and help, but they knew it would only make things worse.
Nick was going in and out of consciousness. He was bleeding from the head and mouth, and also the stomach. His head was resting up against the steering wheel over the already flattened air bag that was now stained red. A mixture of blood and saliva was hanging from his open mouth.
Catherine knew he couldn't make it long if no one helped him, and she gently pushed his head back so, it was leaning on the back of the seat. She applied pressure to his head wound. This woke Nick up from his previously unconscious state. He let out a moan of pain as he felt the pressure on his open wound. "I'm sorry, Nicky." Catherine said, but she didn't ease up on the pressure. She saw blood spilling from his stomach completely soaking up his white shirt. She kept one hand on his head for pressure, and with the other she lifted up his shirt to assess the trauma.
The wound from the bullet had re-opened, and grew. She knew he couldn't live more than a few minutes with a wound like this unattended to. He needed serious medical attention, and stat! She tried to figure out a way to get Nick out of the car, but the driver side door was mangled beyond hope. She thought of a plan, and knocked on the window and motioned for Greg to come in the car. "What do you need?" Greg asked, and popped his head in the door.
"I'm gonna try to lean the seat back, I need you to make sure the seat goes back smoothly, and apply some pressure to his wound. He's already lost a lot of blood."
Greg followed the commands attentively. Catherine reached over, and first she moved his seat all the way back, then she found the lever to lean the seat back. "You ready Greg?"
"Whenever you are."
Catherine released the seat, and Greg slowly brought it all the way down, and Catherine let go of the lever. "Let's get him out of here."
By now the first responders were on the scene, and they had talked to Sara, and she promised they had it under control. So, they waited for Catherine and Greg to pull Nick out of the car.
"You get his shoulders, I'll try to get his feet once I can." Catherine told Greg. Greg pulled Nick by the shoulders, locking his arms underneath Nick's underarms, and Nick cried out in pain, again coming out of his unconscious state. "Nicky, we're getting you out of here. You're alright." She knew he was confused when he woke up, and tried the best she could to comfort him. She lifted his feet once Greg had dragged him out far enough so, she was able reach his feet. They carried him out of his car, and onto the stretcher trying to be as gentle as possible.
Once the paramedics got to him, they started asking a lot of questions, but he didn't respond. Catherine spoke for him, and told them all they needed to know. She rode along in the back of the ambulance with them while Sara and Greg followed. Greg's hands were covered in Nick's blood so, he let Sara drive.
In the ambulance, the paramedics were doing all they could to try to stabilize him before they arrived at the hospital. Nick kept slipping in and out of consciousness. He never was able to talk in the little time he spent awake. They would try to ask him questions, but he would just pass out again. He never could say awake long enough to even nod or shake his head. By the time they got to the hospital he had passed out and regained consciousness seven times. They wheeled him on the stretcher into the hospital, and Catherine was soon forced to leave his side.
Catherine made her way into the waiting room, where Sara and Greg were.
"How's it looking?" Greg asked.
"Not good. He's very unstable, he keeps coming in and out of consciousness. He's had a rough week. I knew I shouldn't have left him by himself."
"This isn't your fault." Sara said compassionately. "Do we know what happen? Did someone tamper with his car or something?"
Catherine looked down "I don't- we don't know. There hasn't been much time for anyone to get a chance to look at it."
"I was just wondering if Nick told you."
"No."
The nurses again kept them out of the loop as they were waiting for him. This time more than the last.
It was three hours later when the nurse came out to talk to them. He was already awake, and the nurse led the three of them to his room. This nurse wasn't as strict on the two person at a time rule, she could care less, as long as the patient was okay with it. Nick was still really tired when they entered the room he wasn't in the mood for company, and he let them know.
"Hey, how are you feeling Nicky?" Catherine asked.
"Not good, but you already knew that."
"Nicky, you need to get it together. I know all this has been incredibly hard on you, but we're trying to help you."
"I don't need help! All I want is to be alone, and that's the only thing you're not giving me!"
"Can we have a minute?" Sara asked.
"Sure." Catherine said, and she walked out with Greg.
"What happen? How did you smash your car into that street lamp?" Sara asked when they left.
Nick was caught off guard, he was not expecting her to ask that yet. "Well, uh, I was drivin to the store. I saw this car drive up beside me, he kept getting closer to my side of the road. It kept moving closer, I tried to get out of the way, but it was like he was tryin to drive me off the road. I looked in the car, and I saw Ben. He came at me, and I tried to swerve out of the way, and ran the car into the lamp post."
"You saw Ben? Ben Thomas?"
"Yeah."
"That's not possible, Ben Thomas is in jail. He's been there since the day he shot you."
"No, I saw him. I know what I saw. Check and make sure he didn't pull a Nate Haskell on us."
Sara made a few calls to make sure Ben hadn't escaped. She hung up the phone and reported the news back to Nick. "He's been there this whole time, there's no way he could've escaped. It wasn't him."
"I know it was. I saw him!"
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