CAN YOU SAY FILLER
"It's past visiting hours, you're not supposed to be in here," a nurse comes in, putting her hand on my shoulder.
Everyone else went home when the hours were actually over, even though Michael basically had to drag Ashton out by his hair. I told them I was going to leave in a few, but I couldn't leave. I've been here for over an hour and a half. I look back at her and nod, before leaning over Cat.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Cat," I sigh, before standing up and grabbing my bag.
I walk out, shaking my head as I get to my car.
I rarely use it anymore because everything is so close, but the hospital is back where we used live. The same hospital I was in.
The ride home is completely silent. As is my apartment when I close the door behind me.
Wilson comes up to me, jumping at me. I bend down and pet him, smiling slightly.
"Come on, boy," I sigh, "Let's go eat."
I drop my bag on the counter as I get a can of dog food and feed him.
I look around my dark and silent apartment, shaking my head as I walk downstairs.
It's been four days since the shooting, and literally nothing has changed with Cat.
Ashton has to go to LA tomorrow, and as much as I know he would literally quit his job just so he could stay with her, he can't.
I change into my pajamas, before climbing into my bed, sighing.
A few moments later, Wilson comes sauntering in, jumping up onto my bed and laying next to me, his head on my pillow.
"Oh god," I say, admiring his cuteness as I pull the blanket over to cover him, making him look so much cuter, "Oh god."
He starts to cry, and my heart breaks a little at the small noise.
He jumps out of bed and stands by me, crying.
"What? I fed you already," I sigh, not wanting to get up, but he continues to cry and even lets out a little bark.
"Wilson, what?" I groan, just wanting to go to sleep.
He barks again, and I groan before getting up. He runs out the door and I follow behind him slowly.
But he didn't go downstairs, he's sitting in front of Cat's door.
I feel tears well up in my eyes, before I sit on the floor next to him, "She's not here, Will," I sigh, "She's not here."
He climbs into my lap and continues to cry.
I sigh, standing up and carrying Wilson back into my room and putting him on the bed, before laying down myself.
This sucks.
*
"I swear to God Catherine," Ashton sighs, running his thumb over her forehead as his hand rests on top of her head, "If you wake up when I'm not here, I'm going to be so mad at you."
I laugh lightly, before he leans down and presses his lips to her forehead, while she stays in the same position shes been in for the past few days.
He stands up, before smiling down at her again and pulling his hand away.
He leaves her bed before walking over to me by the door, sighing, "Call me and update me on things please? Even if nothing is happening?"
"Okay," I nod, looking up at him as he runs his hand through his long hair, looking back at Cat before back at me, "I really wish I didn't have to leave."
"It'll be okay, Ashton," I place my hand on his arm, "If she wakes up, I'll have her call you right away. But I'm sure she'll wait for you to get back before she does." I smile slightly.
He returns it, before pulling me into a hug and pressing his lips to the top of my head, "I'll talk to you later."
I nod, before I pull away and he leaves the room.
I sigh, walking back over to where Ashton was standing.
"Hello?" I hear a horse voice, causing me to look around, "Is anyone there?"
I stand up again, walking to the curtain before slowly pulling it, revealing the guy who's been asleep for the past few days.
"What's going on?" He asks, "Who are you?"
"I'm Grace," I say quietly, approaching his bed, "Do you remember-"
"The asshole hit me with his gun," he laughs slightly, "He might as well just shot me, but nope, he hit me."
"So you do remember," I smile slightly, seeing that he doesn't seem to be a very serious guy.
"Wait," he says, looking over to me, "You're Grace. You-you're Cat's best friend."
I look at him with furrowed eyebrows, "How did you know that?" I asked, confused.
"We got to know each other in there," he smiles, his teeth perfect, "Is she okay? She didn't have injuries, so she's okay, right?"
I look down, "She doesn't have any physical injuries but," I sigh, "She's in a state of shock, she can't wake herself up."
"What do you mean?" He asks.
I sigh, before looking back at the light blue curtain. I walk over to it and pull it so there is no barrier between the two, and he looks over.
"Cat?" He questions, "Come on, Cat, look at me, do something."
She continues to stare at the ceiling, before she mumbles, "I'm only 20," once again.
"What did she say?" He asks, getting worked up, "She said something, did you hear that?"
"Asher, calm down," I put my hand on his shoulder as he tries to get up, "It's the only thing she says. She just mumbles 'I'm only 20'."
"She said that to the gunman," he licks his lips, "He had it pointed to her so she started spilling her life story to him, and she kept saying that."
"Hey, is my brother here?" He asks, completely off topic, and I try to form some words.
"Uh- yeah- he uh-" I shake my head to get my thoughts together, "He just had to talk to a doctor, he'll be right back."
He nods, and that seems to be the end of the conversation.
I walk away from his bed slowly, before pulling the curtain back and sitting next to Cat.
God, she's only 20.
