Ready for some angst? I know I am. I'm an angst lovin' girl. Lol. Hope you don't cry when you read this. I'll try and go easy on you. Well…maybe. (; You know what to do James…Carlos? Why are you here?
Carlos: Well, James is…tied up with the angst…he's very sensitive…so I'll take care of the disclaimer today. Julia only owns the O/Cs. Sorry! *Pouts*
Me: Good job Carlos! And don't be sad…one day I will own you too. *Grins* 3…2…1…STORY TIME!
Chapter 15:
-James's P.O.V.
"Kaitlin!" I cried out as she fell off of the stage. As her head made contact with the ground, a loud thwap resounded.
We all ran off of the stage and to her side. She had a nasty gash on her head from the fall in addition to whatever else was wrong. Kenny was already on the phone with 9-1-1. It looked like we were going to be letting some fans down. That was irrelevant, however. Kaitlin came first.
Still on the phone with the 9-1-1 operator, Kenny grabbed for Kaitlin's wrist. "Yes, she still has a pulse. It's rather slow and faint. I have to press really hard to feel it. She is also bleeding profusely from the main point of impact, which was her head."
With shaking hands, I brushed the hair out of her eyes. As I stared at Kaitlin's expressionless face, a lump formed in my throat.
This couldn't be happening. It was all a sick dream. We were still on the flight and I dozed off. Yeah, that made sense. It was the only logical explanation. I needed to wake up. I closed my eyes and bit my tongue as hard as I could, to the point where I drew blood. I opened my eyes, only to find that a motionless Kaitlin was still lying on the ground unconscious. The lump in my throat only grew worse. It was soon unbearable. I choked. I couldn't take it anymore. Tears formed in my eyes. I was a guy and guys weren't supposed to cry, but I didn't care. Kaitlin, my Kaitlin, was dying before my eyes. I bowed my head in hopes that my childish friends wouldn't see me this way. I tried to hold in a sob, but it forced its way out. My body shook with each breath I took in.
"James? Are you ok?" Kendall asked me.
"Oh just fine. There's nothing better than seeing the girl I'm in love with near death!" I snapped. I didn't care if they saw me crying anymore. They already knew. Even if they didn't, they could have made a fair assumption that I was. My cheeks were tear-stained, my eyes were red-rimmed, and my body was shaking violently and uncontrollably.
"Everything will be ok," Logan said, trying to comfort me.
"No Logan, it won't. Kaitlin-" I was cut off by the sound of a siren as an ambulance pulled into the area.
"Boys, back up. We need to examine her."
We listened and stepped away. I looked in another direction as the paramedics tried to stop the blood that was still flowing from Kaitlin's head.
When they finished by pulling Kaitlin onto a stretcher, a kind-faced paramedic smiled at us softly. "Would you like to come with us in the ambulance?" he asked us.
"Yes," Carlos replied.
We piled into the back quickly and swiftly. They placed an oxygen mask over Kaitlin's mouth. They rushed us to the hospital.
"Is she going to be alright?" I asked with an almost pleading tone in my voice.
"Honestly, I don't know. Her heartbeat is too weak and uneven," the paramedic replied as gently as he could with a half-hearted smile.
I wanted to scream. There was no gentle way to put this. My response was not one that I expected. I thought I was going to go into hysterics. However, when I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out. Tears were falling down my face again. I wiped them away with the back of my hand.
We got into the intensive care unit minutes later. The doctors arrived by the ambulance. They removed Kaitlin on the stretcher. They pushed her through a set of double-doors.
I was about to walk through when one of the paramedics stopped me. "Sorry, this is as far as you can go. Please sit down in the waiting area. We'll give you the information when we can."
Defeated, I went to the waiting area with the guys. I buried my face in my hands and just cried. I had not cried this way since I was seven years old. A dead silence washed over everyone as we all realized what was going on.
"I don't want my little sister to die!" Carlos suddenly burst out. He started crying.
"Me neither," said Logan, tears in his eyes.
I bit my lower lip. Clasping and unclasping my hands in terror of what could happen, I leaned into the chair. Why Kaitlin, she didn't deserve this. We all huddled together and cried.
About an hour later, a doctor came out. "Kaitlin Craig?" he asked.
We all nodded in response.
"Boys, we ran some tests. The test results show that Kaitlin has type 1 diabetes. It is easily treated even though there is no cure. Her blood sugar was far too high and she almost went into a diabetic coma. She has a minor concussion from the fall she took. Stitches fixed that. We are currently injecting her with insulin to drop her sugar. When she wakes up from the hospital-induced coma, she will hopefully be as good as new. After we teach her how to manage her diabetes, you can all return to your tour."
A wave of relief rolled over me. She was going to be ok. I breathed deeply, finally no longer feeling the need to gasp for breath.
"Thanks so much." I said. We all stood and shook hands with the doctor. "Can we see her now?" I asked with the same pleading tone I had earlier.
"Well, I don't see why not. She's in Room 115."
We started our slow walk to Room 115. Silently, I crept over to the side of her bed. She looked like a pin cushion with numerous needles in her arms. I pulled up a chair and caressed her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open slowly.
"Ja-James? Where am I?"
"Kaitlin! The hospital…you fainted. The doctor will tell you why in a little. Don't ever do that to me…to any of us…again!" A few more tears escaped my eyes as I kissed her lips passionately. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."
"I love you James. I thought I was dead…but I saw you…in my sleep…and you were crying…over me. I knew I had to keep holding on…you drove me to survive."
"I love you too, Kaitlin. Don't ever let go." I embraced her warmly and knew she was safe and sound. She would be alright as long as she continued to hold on to me.
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Well? Like it? I needed some angsty writing…so this was my idea. Please review while I find myself a box of Kleenex. Peace and love.
