**** Rachel's POV
The next morning came and Nate's still in his room, weeping and breaking down. All of us were now waiting for him at the lounge... It was 11:00 AM and none of us didn't saw him. Jack planned a surprise again but this was the first time that his plan didn't work. So, Andrew and Jill checked on his room again.
"He doesn't want to go down. He is still breaking down." Jill frowned.
"Jack. Maybe you must go to Nate. Your plan didn't work at all." Andrew suggested.
"Did you really check on Nate?"
"Not really. I think he is sleeping or breaking down."
A shocked Will went from Nate's room and handed a blade with blood. Did Nate committed suicide this time?
"What the fuck is that Will?" I asked.
"Blade.... Nate lost his pulse!"
"Fuck! Bring him to the hospital immediately!" Jack shouted..
We grabbed Nate from his room and brought him back to the hospital where the others are.. He was dashed to the emergency room. Jack felt guilty for what he did to Nate since then but there is nothing to worry about. Nate will live I'm sure... His show is not yet done here in America.
Doctor Thomas just came in from the ER and headed towards us, at the waiting area. I just wished Nate will be fine.
"How's Nate?" Jack asked.
"He's okay now... He just needed rest on his own. Take care of him next time and don't try to hand him that blade next time. Where did he get it?"
"He always own blades since he shaves his head when it gets long."
"Ah.. Okay. So, he will be in a room a few minutes from now. He will be discharged together with Charlotte tomorrow afternoon."
"Thanks Doctor."
We saw Nate from the ER and brought him to a room with an oxygen tube and a iv pole. He got a bandage on his pulse. Jack followed him immediately to the room and all of us started to follow too.
**** Jack's POV
Nate is now in a room with a shit tube on his nose and a shit pole.... I was staring at him, all of us did stare at him. I wished I just visited him after that than having surprises... cause I always do that and this was the first time in my entire life that Nate didn't reacted to all of my surprises.. He would say "fuck you Jack" or "you suck Jack" when I handed surprises on his birthday or the success of his album.
Nate's awake now and all of us were getting nearer at him.. Guys! He needs fresh air, not your fucking sweats. Andrew held Nate's hands tightly and started to shoot daggers at him. Rachel on the other hand was just, "hi Nate." Damn!
"Hey guys." Nate responded and laughed. I patted my hand on his shoulder and started to stare at me.
"Fuck you Nate. Why the fuck did you committed a goddamnit suicide at first?!?"
"Fuck you too Jack. Bitch please."
"I bet you three should talk to each other. Nate, Jack, and Andrew." Rachel suggested and all of them went outside of the room. That leaves me, Nate, and Andrew inside this room. Nate started to have tears on his eyes and held my hand tightly. I rested my head on his shoulder, also Andrew.
"Damn Nate! Don't do that fucking shit again. We still have a show coming on soon."
"Sorry Jack.... I should believe in my sister saying those fucking things."
"Don't worry Nate, I'm sure Jack will catch up with those shows... No more blades!" Andrew smiled.
"I need to shave my hair!" The three of us laughed at him.
"You go to the barbers and ask them to shave your hair... Okay, you will be discharged tomorrow with Charlotte. And, your baby sees Daddy Nate again!"
I missed being with them, it looks like I am comfortable in their skin, I am more than myself. Nate's a depressing person since then but I loved him a lot in my whole life.
