Broken Promises//ng.cd

Part 31

Lily's POV

It's all a blur. First Nash is sitting next to me, and the next thing I know he's laying on the street in a puddle of his own blood.

I run into the street, where cars have stopped and people around have stopped to witness the horrid scene.

My knees drop to the ground and I reach to hold Nash's hand, which is covered in blood.

My phone is already in my hand and I dial 911. They answer immediately.

"Hello this is 911, what's your emergency?"

"Hi," I reply. "Um my friend got hit by a car and I don't know what to do just get an ambulance downtown by the beach as soon as possible I'm not sure what street this is, I can't process anything I just don't know what to do!I'm sorry for talking so much so fast but I just..." I lose the ability to speak because a lump forms in my throat.

The lady on the phone is calm. "Alright,we'll get there as soon as we can. Just stay with your friend and make sure he stays safe for the time being."

I nod my head, though you can't hear a nodding head through a phone.

At that moment, I pray harder than I ever have.

My hand tightly squeezes Nash's hand. I lift it up to my lips and press it against them, with my eyes closed. I can taste the blood on his fingers.

Dear Lord, please get me through this; please get Nash through this. Please let him live. Please. I love him.

Not long after the 9-1-1 call, I hear the ambulance sirens blare as it speeds down the street and halts to a stop.

Two male nurses rush out of the ambulance and one opens the back of the ambulance.

I stand up, taking the box with the ring from Nash's other hand before the doctors shoo me away.

The medical responders lift Nash onto a gurney and roll him into the ambulance. As fast as they show up, before I can process it, the ambulance is racing away to the hospital, and I'm left standing in the street, crying, watching the vehicle getting smaller and smaller as it takes Nash.

That may have been the last time I'll ever see him. More tears stream down my face.

I don't even know what to do. Nash could die and if it comes to that, I may as well die too.

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I run through the automatic doors to the hospital and see my parents, Hayes, and Cam with a sleeping Skylynn on his lap, all sitting in the waiting room chairs. I stop in my tracks as their worried eyes lift up to look at me.

My mom rubs her knees as she stands and walks over to me with a concerned expression.

Her eyelids sink in, she looks exhausted, like she has the wait of the world on her shoulders, crushing her more and more with every second.

I'd feel like that too, if I was her. I think she'd agree with how I feel right now though; even if Nash isn't my son.

"How is he?" I ask when she gets to me.

Mom doesn't answer right away. She looks around the room, and sighs deeply. "He,uh..." She begins. "He's alive..."

Despite the good news, I can tell there's more. "But what?" I ask, frightened.

"He may not be alive for much longer." Her lip quivers. I've never seen her this shaken up.

My eyes drop to the floor. "Oh." I say.

I should be feeling sad and desperate, worried out of my mind. And I do, I know I am all of those things, but right now I feel nothing.

I just feel...

Numb.

My mom puts her hand on my back and leads me over to where everyone is sitting.

I sit down next to Cam. My arms wrap around his biceps and I lean my head on his shoulder.

I stare into blank space, my mind full of horrid thoughts that for the time being are choosing not to be noticed.

I suppose all there is to do now is wait.

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