Fear The Walking Dead (Nick Love Story)

crazy right?

"Aneta I'm sorry I really am. It was an accident. I'm trying to get it together."

"Then let me help you. I can get you the help you need. I promised mom and dad that I would take care of you."

"Its just hard. It really is. I want to get help for Nicky and I. I want us to be clean. But no one can help us."

"I can!!! Gabrielle, honey I want what is best for you. Maybe counseling can help."

"I don't know anymore. I want me to be ok, I want Nicky and I to be good. You just don't understand."

"I do. I understand." She sighs.

"No you don't. Not until you try it your self. You will never understand." I shook my head.

"If I have to actually try this stuff to understand what you are going through I would. You have to get away from this. You can't be around anybody that does it and maybe that means you need time to stay away from Nick."

"You know I can't do that." My eyes narrow at her.

"Then maybe you need." I cut her off.

"No. No. You're going to try to keep him away from me I can't let you do that. I have to be around him. I have to be with him. Just being away from him right now hurts."

"Please. I need you to get help and this is the only."

"Its not the only way. Don't tell me that bullshit."

"Bree."

"Don't Bree me. There has to be another way. Trust me." It got quiet.

"I have to get back to Nick. I promised him I would be back." Shifting my eyes off her to the floor.

"Yea. Ok. I'm sorry. I just want you to be ok."

"Something we both can agree on. I love you Aneta."

"I love you too. Say hi to Nick for me."

"I will." Walking back to Nick was a challenge. The high wearing off. I slumped back into the chair I was sitting in. In the opposite side of the bed Travis was sitting in a identical chair with a newspaper. I pulled my chair closer to Nick laying my head on his bed. Its been a tiring day. A few minutes later Nick started to move a little and shot straight up gasping for air.

"Hey. Hey. Nicky I'm right here." I sit up grabbing his hand.

"You're having a nightmare." Travis flipped the page.

"No shit. Your back." He looks over at me giving my hand a squeeze.

"Of course I keep my promises. Aneta says hi." I smile at him.

"You think that's what you saw was a nightmare? Hallucinations?" Travis asked.

"Mmm. I really want to write it off like that, I do, but that's never happened to me before. Nothing like that. Hey, maybe I'm losing my shit."

"Don't say that." I looked down at the floor.

"That psych eval will decide that. How crazy is Nick and Bree? Scale of one to 10, huh?"

"Hey, can you untie me?" Nick sat up.

"No, sorry." Travis stood up.

"You think I'm dangerous?" Nick scoffed.

"Docs are worried."

"Are you?" Nick snapped back making me look up. Please not today.

"You ran into traffic, man. You hurt yourself."

"No, I was running from, not to. I was running away from what we saw."

"What did you see?" Travis sat up. Nick looks at me giving a concerned look.

"We have to tell him. Even if it means we could get in trouble or if he doesn't believe us. Someone needs to know what we saw." I put both of my hands on his. He nodded his head.

"Uh, just a girl. Gloria. You know, she's our friend and she was." He stuttered. Travis looked interested but I'm not sure if he was doing it for us or Madison.

"Okay, so you buy on the corner and you can shoot at the church. It's junkie communion." I said.

"And-- The church?" Travis asked.

"Yeah, Glo was, so she was with us when we scored. and she was with us when we nodded. She was there. She was beside you." Nick pointed at me.

"But then I woke up and you were gone. I went down looking for you and everyone was dead. 'Cause there was blood. It's all over her mouth. You know? Then she came at us. I had to get us out of there. We ran and Bree tried to stop me but I kept running."

"What did she do when she was down there with you all?"

"Sh-- she was eating them. She was eating them." Nick whispered.

"She was eating some guy. She just." I gulped.

"Nick, Bree, you saw what the drugs saw."

"But its impossible our imaginations aren't the same and drugs only cause hallucinations with our imagination. Seeing the same thing it can't be unless it was real." I created shapes using my thumb on Nick's hand.

"I don't know if what we saw came from the powder. That's the thing. I don't-- and if it didn't come from the powder, then it came out of us. Our minds. And if that came out of us, then I am insane. We are insane. I really don't want to be insane. I don't want her to be insane." He pulled me onto his bed and I started cry.

"We are going to be alright baby. I know it." I wiped the tears off. We have to be.