Chapped {h.g}

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February 13, @ 11:55 am

I ran until I arrived where I wanted to be. I entered the big, white double doors making my way into the hospital. I don't even know if they're here. I was about to walk out the door until I was embraced tightly. Nash. It was Nash. I didn't let go of him. He was gasping for breathe.

"Jordyn. He was just lying there. H-He" he broke down. "His face is-".

"Nash. I-Is he alive?", tears began cascading down my face. "Answer me!"

"I don't know! He was sent t-to the ICU". I looked around the waiting room. It started spinning. This is my fault. Why didn't I just walk home? Why did I fight with Hayes? This is all my fault.

He grabbed a fake plant front the corner of the room. "He's gone!" He said angrily, but was sobbing. "I killed Hayes. Why didn't I die?!" He chucked the plant across the room, and hit the double doors, causing heads to turn our way.

"Sir, you can't do that", I noticed a nurse coming our way. Nash grabbed my hand and took off towards another part of the hospital. He was crying. I was crying. There was nothing else to do anymore. So we both let out our tears. We held each other, knowing nothing's ever going to be the same.

I noticed a few scratches on Nash's face and body. He was still in a hospital gown. "I want to die", he whispered.

"Nash. Stop" more tears glided down.

"No! I want to. I killed my brother" he looked at me and whispered. "I killed him. He's not longer here. Because of me".

"But you said. . . you don't know. H-He might be-"

He shook his head without looking up at me. "Jordyn" he then glanced up to meet my eyes. "It was terrifying. After the wreck happened-" he looked up at the ceiling and released more tears. "I looked in the backseat and I-I didn't see him. He wasn't back there".

I hugged Nash. I don't know if it was more for my comfort or for his.

"The police found him. He was in the ditch" he swallowed and touched his own face. "His face didn't- it didn't even look like it was there." I widened my eyes while crying, imagining the terror and pain. He then touched his eye and let out a sob.

"His eye was-".

"It's okay. You don't-".

"I'm so sorry" he then looked up at the ceiling. "Oh God, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry!" He looked at me and shook his head. "I didn't mean to. Why did this have to happen?!" He began smacking his head off the wooden arm on the chair.

"Nash, you need to stop!" I told him, trying to calm him down. He still continued to do it until we heard his parents names being called. I hadn't even noticed they were sitting there, both with tear stained faces. Nash's mom was still crying while his dad looked like he might break down any minute. I looked at Nash and hugged him. This time being for my own comfort. He put his head on my shoulder and sniffed. I can't believe it. Is Hayes gone? And if he's not, I know he must be in so much pain.

Nash let go of me and began pacing around the waiting room. I stood there watching him, not even trying it stop him this time. I wiped my tears away, but they kept coming back.

I could hear Nash whispering to himself. Every once in a while, a sob would escape him. I turned away from him and leaned my head on the wall, closing my eyes, feeling as if I were going to vomit any second.

About forty-five minutes later, Nash's parents came back into the waiting room, along with a doctor by their side. They were both crying. I tried not cry, but by their reaction, I have a feeling somethings definitely wrong.

Nash ran to them while sobbing, while I stood back, looking down at the ground. I kept rubbing my temples, trying to ease the pain I had gotten in the past hour.

Nash's mom held his face while crying. "He's alive, Nash" she kissed his forehead. "He's alive". Nash broke down, as did I. Nash came over to me and pulled me into a hug, along with his mother. We cried, and cried, and cried, knowing that things may be different when we see him again, but that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that in a matter of time, we'll have our boy back.