Mr. Gardner

Everything You Do To Me

I mean.... it's been like a year since I last updated so you may just have to go back and reread a chapter or two 😭✋(here a lil screen shot of rare Nathan BTS for u❤️) the video is on my insta Randomrdj.px

so sorry bout that, but since y'all still read this, and some keep up enough to remind me via message that this still exists, I needed to put something out there... even if it's boring or angsty or whatever... its an update. (I do appreciate any of you who keep wanting more and stay up to date to remind me I am lacking )

Warning: Puking and description of being sick I haven't bothered to put warnings, but I know some people can be extra sensitive to this

Happy reading!

** Previous **

Nathan was sitting on the floor with his elbows on his knees. His rosy knuckles and pale hands covered his face, while Mr. Goddard began to do the same that Nathan had just been doing.

I watched as Nathan ran his fingers through his hair and gripped it tight, before going back down to wipe his eyes. I could see how red they were with the tears and it was like an alert went off in my head. I became aware of what was happening, who was around me, and why I was just now getting to a clear head.

I could hear everyone around me much clearer and understood what was being said, but I still kept quiet. Purposeful this time, as I didn't believe I could utter a single word without crying myself.

Seeing Nathan cry was a different kind of pain I had never experienced before, and it was all because of me.

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Last night was probably one of the roughest experiences of my life. I've never been more embarrassed, but the worst of all wasn't my shame, but how Nathan seemed to be impacted.

Time stood still when sitting in the cafe, the storm became manageable enough at some point, but that was after we all waited around for emergency services to show. By the rules of the schools' legal contract, all the students needed to be checked and cleared after such an event. Most were cleared immediately and told to get into some dry clothes ASAP, while I had more of a thorough lookover. By then I was well aware of what was happening and what we had done. I couldn't do much with the sheer embarrassment as students stood by and watched as I got my heart rate and temperature checked. They checked for any reason to take me to the hospital, but as I insisted earlier, they eventually said I was fine to go back and sleep it off.

One of the paramedics spoke with Ewan regarding what to look out for if any of us got signs of hypothermia, but I zoned out of the important conversation when I looked near the back of the small cafe, where Nathan sat drenched on a stool. His sopping shirt sleeve was rolled up to his elbow and a paramedic slipped off the sleeve that checked his blood pressure. He smiled and gave the man a thanks, showing he was indeed okay, yet my throat still seized up in utter guilt. He looked like a wreck.

As if it wasn't embarrassing enough, having the help of both of the professors when getting to my floor of the hotel; was even more horrendous. No matter how much I insisted I would be okay to "sleep it all off..." as everyone else, both of them insisted; more like demanded, that I was to be monitored.

Now lying under the blankets of my bed, dry clothes engulfing my body, I was curled in the fetal position trying to stop the rhythmic shivers that coursed through my body. I wasn't freezing anymore, yet my body felt uncomfortable in what was supposedly a very warm room.

Nathan briefly mentioned he'd be back to check on me, but I wasn't sure exactly when that would be. He needed to take care of himself first before he needed to attend to me, I surely could manage tucking myself in for the night.