I'm Fine //Matthew Espinosa

Chapter 22

Matt's POV
I walked out of the hotel room and into my car. I didn't know that I could love someone as much as I love Brooke. She is my everything, my weakness. I would do anything for her. I turne on the car and drove to Taco Bell. I gently pressed down on the brake as I pulled up to a red light. I carefully pressed on the gas as the light changed from green to red.
As I pulled into the middle of the empty intersection. I heard a car. I looked out the window. I slammed on my brakes. Less than a second later I felt a huge pain surge through my body. Then everything went black.

Play song.
Brooke's POV
I looked down at my phone as it rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Is this Brooklyn Giovanni?" the woman asked.

"Yes, why?"

"I'm Doctor Fisher, do you know Matthew Espinosa?"

"Yes, he is my boyfriend, is he okay?"

"No. He has been in a horrible car accident, he was hit by a drunk, texting driver." Tears started streaming down my face. The Jacks looked worried. They both came and sat on the edges of Matt's bed.

"What hospital are you at?"

"Dallas Memorial Hospital."

I hung up the phone.

"Brooke what's wrong?" Gilinsky asked.

"It's Matt he has been in a horrible car accident."

There smiles disappeared.

They sprung up from where they were sitting and ran out of the room to go get the rest of the boys.

I sat up and grabbed the room key the boys were waiting outside for me.

"What happened?" They asked in unison.

"Matt's been in a car accident."

There smiles dropped and we ran to the limo.

I decided it would be a good idea to call his mother.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mrs. Espinosa its Brooke, Matt's been in a car accident."

"What, where are you?"

"We are in Dallas, Texas."

"Okay, I'm on my way."

We arrived at the hospital. I jumped out of the car and ran to the front desk.

"Matthew Espinosa."

She gave me a sympathetic look. I followed her as she walked down the hall to a clear room. There he was. He looked lifeless and weak. I pulled on the handle, but it was locked.

"Let me in! I need to see him." I screamed.

"We can't let you in."

"Please, let me see him." I begged.

"I'll talk to my supervisor."

"Thank you."

I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.
It was Gilinsky. I pulled him closer and cried on his shoulder.

"Shh.... it will be okay. Matt's gonna be fine."

"You can go in and see him."

"Thank you."

I walked into Matt's room and sat on the chair beside him.

"Hey, babe it's Brooke please don't leave me. I need you in my life. I don't know what I would do without you. I would probably die. Please stay. Your the one that I love. I love you more than life. Please Say something, anything. Please Say something! Please anything. Please, Matt anything." I started crying and yelling. Gilinsky and Cameron ran in the room and carried me out.

I slid down the glass wall and sat on the floor. I probably looked like an emotional wreck.

"Brooke do you want to sit on a chair?" Johnson asked.

"No, I'm good."

Hours later his family arrived.

"Brooke, what happened?"

"He was driving to Taco Bell and was hit by a drunk, texting driver." I said trying to hold back my tears.

"Oh my god." His mom said bursting into tears.

"What have the doctors said?" His father asked.

"Nothing."

"Can we see him?" His mom asked.

"Yes." His parents ran over to his room.

"Here is his phone." The doctor said handing me Matt's phone.

"Thank you." I set it down on my lap and fiddled with it.

"Aren't you gonna look at it?"

"No, I trust him."

"We should let the fans know." Aaron suggested.

"Yeah, all of us should tweet it."Nash added.

He typed in a few words before reading it to us.

@Nashgrier: Matt has been in a horrible car accident. The doctors haven't said anything although things aren't looking good. Some guy was drunk and texting and hit him. Please don't text or drink and drive, it's not safe. Anyways we will keep you updated. #prayformatt

@jackgilinsky: get better buddy we miss you. #prayformatt

@jackjackjohnson: when I find the guy who did this to you I'm gonna beat the shit out of him. #prayfirmatt

@shawnmendes: please wake up we need you to be the Life of the Party. #prayforMatt

@carterreynolds: wake up Buddy we need our dinosaur #prayformatt

@Taylorcaniff: I'mma kill the guy who did this to you. #prayformatt

@camerondallas: please wake up, I need you brother. #prayformatt

@Hayesgrier: please don't text and drive or drink and drive it hurts everyone. #prayforMatt

@Aaroncarpenter: come on Matt you can do this don't give up. #prayformatt

@MahoganyLOX: please Matt wake up. We need you. You keep us together. #prayformatt

Just as they finished tweeting the doctors walked over to us. I stood up.

"A small piece of glass from the window has travelled up to his lungs. We have done everything we could to get it out. 3 of his ribs are broken, his leg is broken. He has a severe concussion and probably memory loss.
The chances of him living over night are 1 in 500. I would say your goodbyes. I'm so sorry."