Here comes the drama.

I should have stopped when Nick said stop, and now he was in my car in Joe's arms as we sped to the hospital. He had coughed up blood. I was right, there was something wrong with him. This was my fault and I felt terrible, if only I had just listened to him everything would have been better, Nick wouldn't have become sick like this, he would have been ok. I was terrified that something really horrible was wrong with him. "Nicky, hang in there, we're going to be there soon, I promise that I'm driving as fast as I can."

"Kevin…what-"

"I was making him laugh and he told me to stop and I thought that he was kidding and then before I knew it he was pushing me away and falling on the floor coughing up blood." I was close to tears.

"Kevin, it's ok…" I felt bad for Joe, trying to hold Nick together physically and me together emotionally, god, this was always how it was. Nick had an emergency, I couldn't handle myself and Joe took care of both of us.

"Joe, I don't feel good…I think I'm gonna…STOP THE CAR!" Nick screamed. I screeched to a halt and Nick leaned out of the door that Joe opened for him. It killed me that I couldn't hold his hand while he threw up. It killed me that it wasn't me that he directed his statement towards Joe and not me, but most of all it killed me that he was sick. I wanted to tell him that I loved him in that special way, I wanted to kiss him, I didn't care that he was throwing up.

"Nicky…are you alright?" I got out of the car and rubbed Nick's back as he readjusted himself in the car.

"I…just…just get me to the doctor." He looked horrible. He was pale, his eyes were sunken and I could tell that he was miserable.

"Ok." I nodded and got back in the car. "Joe, hold on to him, make sure he's alright?" I shut the door and started driving again.

"Of course." Joe nodded and I saw him pull Nick back into his arms through the rear view mirror of the car. I didn't want Nick to be in pain, it was all that I could do to keep driving. I was terrified and I was beginning to panic. "KEVIN! LEFT! FUCK! YOU'RE GONNA MISS IT! PAY ATTENTION!" Joe screamed and I veered left, which can't have been good for Nick's gag reflexes, but he didn't say anything.

"Sorry, god, I'm so sorry."

"It's ok," Nick said. His voice was quiet and raspy, not the way that I liked to hear it. It scared me when he was that quiet. "Just keep driving ok? I know that we're almost there." He sounded so miserable.

"I know kiddo, I know." I tried to focus on my driving while Joe ran his hands through Nick's hair, soothing him and telling him to hang on just a little bit longer. "Ok, Joe, you carry him, I'll run up ahead and check him in." I took control the second we got out of the car. Maybe I wasn't the best person for that, sure, but I wanted to see Nick healthy again.

"Got it." Joe nodded and I ran towards the front desk.

"I'm Kevin Jonas, my brother, Nick is having some sort of emergency…it's like he's throwing up and he's in a lot of pain and he forgot like three hours of time this morning…oh, and he coughed up blood…"

"Where is he?"

"My other brother is carrying him in right now, please, can I just get the paperwork so that they can fix him as fast as possible?"

"Of course." The woman smiled, which annoyed me greatly, and handed me some forms. "What's his name and age?"

"Nicholas Jonas, he's 18…he's been here before, he's a diabetic."

"Oh yes, he's in the system, here, try these forms instead." She took away the forms that I had been about to fill out and handed me new ones.

"Thanks." I took a pen from a jar holding several and began to fill them out, praying that Joe would get Nick here quickly and that everything would be alright.