When I woke up, I was laying on the bed, alone, and clothed in pajamas. The sheets were new, the room was basically empty, and the sun was high in the sky. The bathroom door opened and Nat walked out, pretty much completely naked except for the towel on his head. He smiled at me, taking the towel off his head. "Good morning," Nat said, walking over. He smiled at me, then leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Get up, we're going to the beach today."

"You cleaned up?" I asked.

"Yea, I also gave you a nice bath and got you in clothes," he said. I got up, looking at his hanging dick, which was slowly getting hard. I smiled up at him. "Stop, I need to pee and you are not ruining that dream for me." He turned around and went back into the bathroom, making me laugh.

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We spend all afternoon at the beach. Nat was surfing with Alex while Jess and I sat on the shore and watched the basketball game from last night. Surprisingly, Jess really liked basketball. Alex has come over with Nat in tow.

"I'm gonna go roast some burgers." Alex exclaimed, then ran back to the house.

"I guess I gotta go keep him from burning down the house," Jess said, then started walking up shore. I looked at Nat, who was watching me.

"Why didn't you go in the water?" Nat asked. "I would love to have seen you splashing around in there."

I rolled my eyes. "Mr. Nat, I do not appreciate your comments," I said. He smirked, stepping closer to me. I took a step back, but he continued advancing on me, until I fell in the sand. He laughed, standing over me. "Just help me up," I said, but he shook his head.

"You are still on punishment," Nat said. He got down, putting his knees on either side of me.

A few days later, we were back in New York. Today was waitress day. My car stopped working yesterday so Nat dropped me off and was picking me up. But my shift ended twenty minutes ago, and he was very late. I couldn't try calling him because if he was on his way, then calling would be a distraction from driving.

Until I got a lovely call from Jess. A call that made me drop and break my phone. I ran thirteen blocks, trying to convince myself that Jess was lying. I ran through the doors, seeing Alex and Jess both there. It was nearly 90 degrees, but I felt so cold. I was in tears and alone. The world around me faded. All I could think about was Nat. I cried for nearly three hours straight. And then we were moved from the A&E (Accident and Emergency) to the Inpatient Care.

I went after Alex and Jess. The room was dark and quiet except for the sound of the machines and my breathing. I walked slowly to the bed, seeing Nat laying in the center, unconscious. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I watched his chest rise and fall slowly. I sat in the chair next to his bed, took his hand in mine and cried.

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At around 3:30 this afternoon, Nat Wolff, a local bartender, was struck on his motorcycle by a hit and run driver. Witnesses say that the car slammed into the back of the motorcycle, sending Wolff flying before he landed in the street, where he was then run over by the driver, who sped off after that. Wolff has multiples injures including three broken ribs, a punctured left lung, a break in his right ulna and femur, a severe concussion, and a small heart attack. Wolff has fallen into a coma as of 5:16 pm, and has not woken up. I'm Una Ashlten, channel six news.

A/N: I know, it's so short. It just takes so long to write without error. Or at least a lot of error. I'm sorry. And I may not update for a long time again. Sorry.

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