Broken

Chapter 52

Heyyy! Sorry I've not updated Broken in a while but I've been very busy writing Zayn's Maid and thought it would be cruel to keep you waiting any longer 🙊 hope all you wattpadders weren't waiting for too long xoxo

I took Nat back to her room, smiling at the picture of her family on the dresser. She smiled and carefully lifted herself out of the chair onto her bed, wincing in pain. I rushed over to give her a hand but she insisted that she was capable to do it herself.

"They're beautiful," I said, smiling at the young girls in her family photo.

She picked it up and admired it herself, tracing their faces with her little finger.

"Thank you...I will miss them," she sighed.

"What's their names?" I asked, changing the subject from death.

"That's Holly and that's Lilly," she said, showing me who was who.

They were cute and very similar, I almost thought they were twins. Holly had chubby little cheeks with dimples and little chestnut-brown bunches, Lilly almost exactly the same. The only thing to differentiate them was their eye colour, and odd combination of green and blue. I guessed Lilly had taken the blue from her mother and Holly from her father, the family seemed to fit together perfectly and I would hate to see that shattered.

"It must be hard for them," I said out loud, no meaning to at first.

She nodded and placed the frame safely in the bed, looking up at me sadly.

"Yeah...they took it pretty badly. I try to be brave for them...but-"

She broke down to my surprise, I threw my arms round her and rubbed her back, feeling the tubes that were sticking out of her.

"Hey...it's okay," I whispered, not wanting her to see me cry at her expense.

"I don't want them to see me cry, Kristen," she mumbled," but I'm scared."

"I know...I know."

But the truth is, I don't know. I don't know what it feels like to be worried for your family...cause I never really had one.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't usually let people see me like this," she laughed, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

I gave her a box of tissues and smiled, patting her hand gently.

"It's better to let it out than bottle it up inside," I said.

She smiled at me and squeezed my hand as tight as she could, she was still weak no matter how brave she was.

A nurse came into the room and smiled at me sweetly, checking the machinery by the bedside and laying Nat back slightly.

"You should rest now Nat," she said,

"that little venture outside seems to have taken its toll on you."

Nat nodded and hugged me again, a tear seeping through my t-shirt.

"Please visit again," she whispered.

"Of course," I said, smiling sadly and wiping her tears away.

I kissed her forehead before slipping out of the room, clasping my chest like I couldn't breath. I finally let my emotions pour out of me, the tears flowing like they wouldn't stop. My knees buckled and I sank to the floor outside her room, my shoulders trembling.

How could something so terrible happen to someone like Nat? She didn't deserve this.