Miserable at Best (Sequel to Our Never Ending Melody) (NateWantsToBattle)

Chapter 16

Sorry I haven't updated in a while.. Lost my password, and feared I'd neber get my account back.. But I'm back.. Full time with new stories..

It was no surprise that I was the first one awake the next morning.

Morgan stayed up with Nate until three and Nate fell asleep on the couch in the living room.

Weird thing is, he wasn't lying down. He was slightly sitting up, curled up on his side using his arm to keep his head up.

He's been up all night fighting pain so he could sleep. But he couldn't get confortable. I'm thinking his ribs are broken, and also bruised.

Yet, instead of going to the Hospital to have it checked out, he chose to stay home and wrather in pain.

But he was in a deep enough sleep that I was able to sit down and turn the tv on.

Though, I clearly forgot he was there, sleeping beside me.

I grab the remote from the coffee table flipping the tv on. As I tossed the remote to my side, I hear a rasped hiss of pain.

I hit him.

Looking over, I see him curl into a ball with his arms around his stomach. He didn't even see me here. I'm sure he's assuming it was just pain, and not me hitting him with a remote.

"Oh god." I heard him groan in pain rolling over, trying not to roll off the couch. I saw him grab the remote I threw at him, looking at it for a minute. "The fuck?"

"Sorry Nate." I say to him silently and shamefully taking the remote from him.

He looked at me for a moment before lying back down.

"I didn't mean to.." I say to him then sighed.

"Ya I know." He sighed with a wince of pain.

"You okay?"

"Yes." He answered silently. "Just really sore."

"I dont actually blame you." I laugh quietly. "You took quite a hit."

He looked at me calmly then sighed. "I took a flight of stairs." He told me.

"Yes, yes you did." I say to him.

He looked over then sighed as he moved his hair away from his bruised eye.

"Have you rescheduled your appointment?" I ask him.

"Yes." He answered.

"For when?"

"Tomorrow." He added.

"I'm driving you." I say to him, making me look at me.

"No!" He complained his voice pitching again as it faded. Yep, that's my fear. It's a symptom. Difficulties controlling volume, rhythm, and pitch.

"You can't!" He added. "We can't both leave,"

"I don't care." I say to him. "You're not going by yourself."

"Why?" He asked me. "I'm fine."

"You said you were fine yesterday, and what happened? You tripped and fell down a flight of stairs." I say to him.

"I'm taking you to the hospital tomorrow." I tell him as he looked at me. "There's no if and or buts about it." I add.

He glared at me as he set his phone down on the table.

"Besides. If I go with you, I can learn more about this illness you have." I add.

"There's nothing you need to leaen. You know it all." Nate told me silently. "Death."

With a sigh, I look at him. "Then I'll help you through it. If I can learn more, then I'll know how to help you."

Nate only looked at me then looked down. I know he's unsure about this. He doesn't want to say it.

"Fine. You can help. I'm sure there is something you can help with." He sighed.

"Like what?" I ask.

"I'm sure you'll find out." He told me with a sigh as he relaxed, fighting his cringe of pain.

Oh, I'm sure I will.