Here's chapter thirteen! Wow I didn't think I'd write this much. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, or review, or give suggestions I appreciate it more than you know.


Catherine pulled up to Nick's house. Her heart was racing, and hands were trembling. She had no idea what she was going to find when she entered. A thousand images filled her head. She blinked them all away. When she entered his house, he was going to be fine. Catherine kept telling herself. It was just a crazy theory that had no evidence to back it up.

But the theory made sense. It would put all of the pieces they had been searching for smoothly together.

Catherine ran up to the door, knocking first, but wasting no time in unlocking the door herself. She ran into his house. "Nick! Nicky! It's Catherine!" She yelled and she tried to hide the panic in her voice, but it was no use. She ran through his house until she reached the room he was in. The bathroom.

She saw him, and stared for just a moment not able to move as she brought her hand to her mouth.

He was sitting on the floor with blood everywhere. His back was rested up against the wall behind him for support, without it, he would've been lying on his back. There were two stab wounds in his stomach, and a knife laying in his right hand, that lay by his side. Tears, mixed with the blood that was left on his face from his hand, and sweat were streaming down his face, and all the way down his neck.

Catherine dropped to his side, unable to speak. Nick held up his left hand as a motion for her to stop, and she did. She was unsure of what Nick wanted, but she knew she didn't want to upset him even more. All she heard from Nick was a quiet, "I'm sorry." Then she saw it. He stabbed himself again in the stomach letting out a small scream of pain. Before Catherine could react he stabbed himself again.

Morgan was right.

Catherine then, put one hand where the blade was aimed to hit next, and the other to try and grab the knife before he tried to strike himself again. Nick brought the blade down desperate to end this before she tried to save him, but he didn't feel pain this time.

This time it was Catherine who had let out the scream. Blood rushed from her forearm as he looked down and realized what he had done. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." The tears came at a more rapid pace now. He didn't want to hurt, but he did. He dropped the knife in fear that he would hurt her again.

Catherine quickly grabbed the knife, and placed it out of his reach. She pulled her arm close to her stomach, and pulled out her phone to make the 911 call. She informed the man on the other end of their situation, and hung up not able to speak another word about it to him.

The lump in her throat grew as she tried to speak. Tears spilled from her eyes as she saw all hope drain from Nick's. "Nicky..." Was all she could say, and even that she could barely get above a whisper. Catherine was more concerned with Nick, than her own injuries at the moment. He had four deep wounds where she only had one. She made her way to look at him but he pushed her away. "Don't help me, I'm fine."

Catherine swallowed hard. She knew he wasn't fine, and he needed her help in order to survive. He didn't want to survive, he wanted to die on his bathroom floor right then and there. But how was she supposed to save him when he had already given up? He wasn't willing to accept help, and wouldn't fight for his life. She knew she had to save him no matter how hard he fought her.

Nick closed his eyes. He wished he could slip into eternal darkness, never wake up. He wanted to die now more than ever. He didn't want to see the damage he caused on Catherine's arm, and he for sure didn't want to see the scar it would leave for years to come. He would be reminded of the pain he caused her, her scream, every time he looked at her arm, and would never be able to forgive himself for it.

Catherine ripped open his shirt with one solid movement popping all the buttons from his shirt. She was in an incredible amount of pain, but she ignored it as she set her mind on helping Nick.

When Nick felt her open his shirt, he knew she was trying to save him. His eyes popped open, and he became angry. He shoved Catherine away with all the strength he had left, sending her flying backwards. She knew it would be a fight, but she wouldn't, couldn't, let him die, not now, not like this. She managed to get back to her former position, and started to apply pressure to his wounds.

He was extremely weak, and didn't want to push her again, although he knew he could. Instead he tried to ask her to stop trying to help. "Cath, please, stop. I don't want to have to push you again." His voice was shaky and weak. "Please, I can't do this. I don't wanna keep fighting. Please Cath." He was begging, desperate.

Catherine tried to find her voice, and barely found one between sobs. "I-I can't let you go. I need you. P-Please don't give up."

Nick was shocked she said that after he had hurt her so badly. He brought his arms up, and Catherine prepared herself for him to push her again, but he didn't. Instead he wrapped his hands around the arm he injured, and tried as best as he could to apply pressure as weak as he was.

Catherine closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face, and let out a sigh of relief. She weakened as the pressure got stronger, but still managed to apply sufficient pressure to Nick's wounds until the paramedics took over.

Shortly after, the paramedics arrived to find both of them in a pool of their own blood sobbing, and applying pressure to each other's wounds. And they took Nick first. Catherine walked alongside him until they reached the ambulance, and she had to ride in a separate one. Catherine wanted to wait for Greg or Sara to arrive and take her to the hospital, but it was obvious she needed medical attention, and a few stitches. No one knew how far away Greg or Sara were, and they convinced her to ride in the ambulance to the hospital.

In the previous attempts, Nick had changed his mind about wanting to live the moment he saw someone cared, but this time was different. Nick hadn't changed his mind until, Catherine said she needed him. It was the exact reason he chose those ways to die. It was more difficult than putting his gun to his head, and pulling the trigger, but it gave him time to change his mind if he wanted to, but if he didn't, he could always fight against any help that came.

His stab wounds were deep, he was in surgery, and he was losing blood rapidly. He was in critical condition. He had changed his mind, he didn't want to die anymore... but did that matter?


Thanks for reading this far! This was a tough chapter to write, but I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think!