TORN: Matt and Chris Sturniolo (the sequel)

Chapter 8

I didn't hear from the triplets for exactly 1 week 3 days and 5 hours. That's why I was shocked when I got a call from Matt at 3pm in the afternoon. Random. Of course I didn't hesitate in picking up. I had missed all three of them so much. When I put the phone to my ear Matt sounded very panicked, to say the least. 'Skye, thank God. I need a favour from you, right now.' So he wants to talk now? 'Matt, what's going on?' A slightly concerned but unsettled me replies to him. 'Oh, no, you don't know.' He sniffles, was he crying? What is going on? 'What don't I know?'

'Nicks been, um- ' He was struggling to get his words out. 'He's, he's been taken into hospital.'

What the actual- I was unable to reply or say anything. I couldn't believe what was happening.

'He, um, got hit, hit by this drunk driver in a car.' This wasn't real. This could not be happening. With everything that's going on already? Nick? Nick with the warmest smile, and purest heart? No. So I sobbed. I didn't even care if Matt was still on the phone.

'Skye, he's okay. Only a broken leg and finger.' 'Thank God' I choked out. 'But I still do need a favour.' What could he want from me, after everything? I only mess stuff up more. I wiped some tears off of my cheeks, slightly happy I wasn't wearing any makeup. 

'I need you to come to the hospital, please. Nick would want to see you, in face he probably wants to see you more than us right now.' That could never be true. 'You know that's not true.' I told him, sincerely, and it is silent for a few seconds.

'Anyways, uh- please come as soon as you can.' 'Okay. Yeah. For ... Nick.' I held back another cry.

Of course, I was still so nervous. But so glad Nick was okay. The horrifying thought of 'what if the driver had hit him even harder' or 'what if anything was different, or worse' lingered in my brain still, though. And what if Nick didn't actually want to see me, after what I had done, I was the fuel to the arguments and everything. Not to mention Matt and Chris are both there. I couldn't help but overthink it.

I just had to be there for Nick though, no matter what.

Nobody was home apart from Kyler so I pleaded him to drive me there. He told me that he would, but wouldn't be happy if things got worse than they already are so he would stay with me at the hospital.

We immediately left as Matt had asked (to get there as soon as possible) and arrived around 15 minutes later.

We weren't greeted by anyone as we walked into the hospital, not Matt, not Chris, then again why would they? So Kyler and I walked to the front desk and asked 'do you know where Nick Sturniolo is please?' and the nice lady directed us to Nick's bed.

As soon as I saw Nick, my face dropped worse than it already was. He looked so miserable in the bed, helpless in fact. He just about managed a small smile, most likely just to give me some form of satisfaction.   I felt terrible for him.  And the way that this didn't have to happen. He could have avoided this situation. I wondered if he was alone or not when it did.

'Skye, hey.' He could barely talk. 'Nick, how are you feeling?' I gathered I was not really allowed to hug him, with the broken bones and all. I had to stay strong, just for him. I wasn't going to lie to myself though, I felt so guilty. If Matt and Chris weren't there in the moment it could have been because of me, and Nick being mad at them because of the fighting. I really had shredded this family to pieces.

'I'm okay, just hoping this gets better soon-ish, the doctors can't tell right now.' It was honestly heart-breaking to see him like this, he was such a light usually, to everyone around him, but right now it had switched off, and his only focus was to recover.

Half an hour later

We talked all that time, and tried to change the subject to a degree. We talked about movies we'd been watching, but also how he did... it. He smiles at some of the things I said, and that appeases me for today. I did love his smile so much.

Out of nowhere, someone busted through the doors.  It made us both jump.

'Okay Nick, you need to sleep for a bit now, no visitors for a few hours.' I had to be escorted out by a doctor.

That's when I saw them. They weren't there before. Outside Nick's room in the hospital, sat down on two of the four chairs there but with a one seat gap between them, were (very tired) Matt and Chris.

note: well this took a turn hope u liked it