Nothing Like Us (Maylor)

Chapter Eight

Quick A/N: hey I'm so sorry about the long period of time before updating as you could see on my profile I'm working on two stories at the same time and another on a different website. Ok well anyways please comment I love hearing your options ❤️. Here's a short update:

Carter's P.O.V

I bit my lip, I sat on the chair next to Taylor's bed, I talked the doctors into letting me see him.

He was sleeping, there was a cast on his right wrist and stitches up his left side.

I shook my leg constantly I was so nervous, he hasn't woke up yet and his hearts already stopped three times.

My eyes were blood shot red from crying and my lip was already busted open from chewing on it non-stop.

The doctor walked in and I shot up and looked at him he smiled and cleared his throat. You could tell the smile was fake when it quickly turned into a frown.

He flipped through the pages on his clip board. "Mr Reynolds there are some serious concerns and accusations against something and I new you to tell me what you know about them"

I nodded and waited for him to continue talking.

"Well some of the doctors were concerned that Taylor wasn't being treated well at home"

I felt a pit form in my stomach and bit my bottom lip once more before speaking up "actually yes, he told me to run I knew I shouldn't have I should have stayed" I tried so hard not to cry but I couldn't help it the tears poured down my Rosie red cheeks.

"Carter please I need to know what happened"

I looked at him the tears slowed down but they were still falling out without warning.

"I'm sorry" I apologized glancing at Taylor who still laid asleep.

"I was spending the night at his house and when I woke he was home..." I trailed off starring at Taylor's body. His chest barely moved up and down and his skin was paler than normal it was just heart breaking to look at.

I knew that telling the doctor was the best thing for Taylor but I knew what Taylor was trying to do. He'd be 18 soon and would be able to move he couldn't get moved from the school right before he graduated.

The doctor interrupted my thoughts "Mr Reynolds" I looked at him.

"You can't put him in the system, please he's so close to graduating an he can leave it's not right please don't I'll let him move in with me and my mom anything just don't please don't put him in there" I begged and he nodded.

"I need you to tell me what's going on in that household and I'll talk to your mother about Taylor" he explained and I nodded.

"He's-he's getting beat" the words pierced through my heart, it hurt so bad, that I didn't notice it before. He's my best friend we've been friends forever and I never noticed I felt like the worst best friend in the history of best friends.

The doctor nodded and walked out.

I walked back over to Taylor moving the chair closer to the hospital bed I watched him sleep making me wanna cry more.

I felt all these weird emotions building up I didn't know what they meant.

I moved my hand across the blankets and held his weak pale cold hand. His fingers were stiff and he felt lifeless.

I love Taylor.

I wished I knew the real meaning of that because it felt more than just a best friend kind of love.

I think I'm in love with him...
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A/N: hey I'm back again lol well here is a short update I hope you like it, how'd you feel about it?