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Chapter 6

Miley's POV

I awoke in the hospital where my knee was all bandaged up and elevated. What happened? Oh yeah, the murderer's brother made me fall. That's so like him. His brother takes out my brother and he takes me out. Ouch, it hurts to think at the moment. The anesthesia is probably still in my system, I thought. Just as I was about to find the remote that controlled the bed, the doctor came in.

"Miley, Miley, Miley. Daughter of the famous Tish Stewart. You know, I've seen your mother in here a few times. Never expected to see her daughter however. Hi, I'm Doctor Wilson," he said, extending his hand.

"Hi, I'm.. well you know, Miley," he laughed, I gave a small smile.

"Here let me," he said, taking the remote from my hand and sitting me upright more. "So, I did the surgery about an hour after you arrived and have come to the conclusion, it was just a sprain. But enough of a sprain that you need to just stay off it for a few weeks. Now are you dominant on your left or right side?"

"Left," Oh no, this news shouldn't be good.

"Just as I thought. Just like your mother. Well that means when you do go back to skating, no jumps. And when I say jumps, I mean, NONE. You don't want to overwork your knee. It's going to be awhile until you feel comfortable on the ice again. But time heals everything, so just for rest and take skating slowly, okay?" He said, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I heard a slight 'you can see her now' come from the hallway.

"Miley! What happened?" My frantic mother asked.

"I fell. Practicing lifts. I'm fine really. I've had way worse back home," I said, attempting to calm her down.

"Well yeah but why were you practicing lifts? You're a solo skater." She said.

"Well, Justin, the guy I went out with, was having trouble with his partner with lifts, and he REALLY needed the practice so I offered or more like I was forced and it was going great. Until I got distracted," I whispered the last part under my breath.

"Who distracted you?" She questioned. "A boy?" How do mothers know these things?

"Well okay, Mom," I sighed. "Remember how I was crying the other day about Rudy? Well, this guy, his name is Nick. He's Joe's brother. Joe is the guy that... you know, shoved Rudy. And I met him, and I thought he was nice and stuff, and my friend Selena has a thing for him and I thought they were great and everything, but anyways. The second I found out he was related, I instantly saw him differently. I know I shouldn't considering he did nothing, but what he did do. He helped me. He brought me to the hospital. I said mean things to him, terrible things. And he still helped me." I was lost for words.

"Nick? What does he look like?" She asked. Really? She would ask that?

"Chocolate brown eyes, curly brown hair, a little taller than me," I said, finding myself rambling.

"Well, there's a guy out there waiting to see you and he fits that description right on the nose," she said, smiling and giving a small wink. I mean seriously, did she NOT get who he is related to?

She walked out leaving me alone and I heard a small 'she wants to see you.' Lies, all of them lies, I did not request his presence.

He walked in and I had to admit, he was my hero. It's not like Justin quickly rushed down to help me up. He just watched as I was in pain. But Nick came to my rescue.

He sat down on the chair that was like less than 5 feet away from me, just sort of looking around avoiding my eyes. I mean, I wasn't in a motorcycle accident, I can't be that hideous right?

"Listen.." we both said at the same time. We both smiled. "You go," we continued. I didn't want to play this game though, so I started.

"Nick, I didn't give you a fair shot. Y-you, let me yell at you, you let me curse your family, you let me cry in front of you, and still you came to my rescue when I needed someone. Did you even see how the other guys and even my COACH just looked at me as I fell? My best friend Selena didn't even help. I mean, I guess they didn't know where it hurt.. but they could've at least called for help or something. But no, you were there. Being your creepy, stalker hockey playing guy self." I said, letting everything flow.

"Miley, I would never want to see you hurt. I did all that because.. I knew the issue with your brother was bothering you, so I let you vent to me. I let you yell at me, because you needed to take your anger out on a Jonas.," I gave him a small smile," I let you cry in front of me because I saw your pain. I know what it's like to lose someone and think about them ALL the time in your daily life. My mom.. she died during childbirth with my younger brother. And.. I don't want to see someone I care about be in the pain she was in." Did I see a few tears?

"But Nick, you don't know me. I've been in town barely 2 months and you're talking as if we've known each other forever," I said, trying to get this mushy feeling out of my system.

"Miley, would I try to help you in your time of need if I didn't care?"

"No, but -"

"Then that's it. Miley, you're different. You skate around without a care in the world but in your heart in means so much more. You get what it's like to feel passion for something that is merely a sport. You are so devoted it's insane. I know, you can't look at me the same because of my brother. My brother knows what he did was wrong. He told me the other day. I don't believe the words that come out of his mouth often, but this time, they were real. He regrets it. He didn't want to intentionally hurt your brother. If he could rewind time, he would." He said, leaving me with a few small tears in my eyes waiting for him to continue. But instead he stood up. "I'll wait until your better for you to choose if you want to yell at me or not. You are in a vulnerable position right now and I don't want the anesthesia to do the talking."

"Wait Nick. Why are you talking to me like we're a couple or something?" I asked.

"Bye Miley," He said.

I was going to reply when a wave of drowsiness hit me, and I was fast asleep, leaving Nick alone with his thoughts.