Unexpected // sm

Chapter 60

Nash shook my hand, his other hand stretched across his face. I saw him clench his face in sadness, and his hand flew to his leg. He was crying. I have never seen someone cry like he was now. His body was shaking, twisting with every breath. He bit his lip and stared at something on the ceiling. Nash's mouth was twitching slightly, and I knew he was praying. His hand quickly drew into a fist and he punched the pillow sitting next to him, before collapsing against the wall again. He was breathing hard, trying to keep himself from drowning in his own tears. I couldn't take looking at him anymore. I stood and released his hand, before moving across the waiting room to sit against a different wall.

A nurse walked by and briefly swept the room with her eyes before landing on Nash, she ran to him and was talking in a very ushered voice. I couldn't make out the words. But I knew it was about Shawn. He stood up, but his eyes were glued to his feet, tears streaming straight to the carpet. I heard him ask how long it would be, and she shook her head sadly. He put a hand on the coffee table nearby, bracing himself. She patted his shoulder carefully before walking away. I ran to him, and put my hand on his chest.

"Tell." My throat squeaked and I felt like I hadn't drank anything in a while. His eyes didn't move, neither did his body. He was locked into place. "Tell." I repeated, louder.

Nash shook his head, fresh tears falling. His lip quivered and I could tell he was struggling to keep his breathing even. He shook his head again. I set my hand against his chest and pushed him back slightly, hoping to make him notice me. I was pushing him hard now, but I didn't care. All I needed was to know what the hell was going on.

"He's alive." He blurted out, but his tears continued.

I raised an eyebrow at him, trying to decipher his face. He didn't seem prepared to say something back so quickly. He fell onto the couch, his eyes glazed in fear.

He cleared his voice before continuing, "They lost him on the ride here. Then he was back. They thought he was okay. He was fine for a couple hours. Then he slipped into a coma, and now he has next to zero brain activity as far as they know. He suffered the hit mostly to his head and neck, and now they don't think they can fix anything. If he does wake up, he'll have lost so much in his head. Or he could possibly be paralyzed. They don't know yet. His parents are with him now, they'll make the decision whether to give him the chance of waking up or not." His mouth flew shut after the rambling.

I literally felt my heart drop. I felt like I was going to be sick. No I didn't just feel like it, I was going to. I ran down the hallway, ducking into a bathroom, barely making it into a stall.

After vomiting out all I had just been told, I ran back to Nash. I found him on the same couch, his body limp other than the light movement of his chest. I shrunk closer to him, desperate for answers in this mess.

His mouth opened and closed, before muttering, "You were asleep for 13 hours."

I don't think I've ever been so pissed in my life. How dare him to let me sleep that long, when this was going on. I needed to be with Shawn, he needed me. But I couldn't be there. And the situation wasn't getting better. I felt like slapping Nash. It was selfish of him to not wake me up. To let this happen and me not be there. I deserve to know about Shawn just as much as he does. He's his friend, but he's my boyfriend. He didn't have any superiority over me. I ran down the hallway towards the exit, needing air desperately.

My eyes were squeezed tight in attempt to not let any of my tears fall, when I ran into a group of people. I looked up in surprise to see Matthew and Cameron, who both gave me shy smiles. I jumped into Cameron, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Don't cry, everything will work out." He pulled me against him, his nails digging into my back. I was crying more, but thankful to see him. To feel someone against me, to feel someone I cared about was still okay. "This screwed up world doesn't deserve your tears. No one does, you're okay Mykenna." I sniffled, trying to control myself despite my need to collapse into this. He set me down gently, and squeezed my shoulder. "I'm going to find Nash. I'll be back soon." Cameron slipped away, leaving Matthew and I alone in the hallway.

"I'm not going to waste any time in trying to fix what happened between us. I'm still Shawn's friend but that's not the single reason I'm here. It'll be okay, please understand that. Come here." I ran into his chest, the foreign feeling of him rushing back to me. I felt calmed, and it took all I had to not jump into his arms completely. I felt my heart quickening, not with the idea of Matthew, but the hope he gave me. I backed away from him, and grabbed his elbow lightly before walking outside with him. The air was crisp with cold, a refreshing blast of reality. I sat along the curb of the large parking lot, and watched the stars twinkling carelessly across the sky. I was jealous of them.