Saving Me ~Nash Grier and Carter Reynolds Fanfic~

Chapter 8

*** Nash's POV***

 After getting showered and dressed, I check my phone for what seems like the thirtieth time in the past three hours. I haven't recieved a text from Violet in three fucking hours. Like what the hell? Am I supposed to be worried? Or am I being too clingy already? Hell if I don't know. I finally get the damn guts and dial her number again. Then stop. Should I? Ugh. Okay I will. I redial her number and press call.

After three rings, a unfamiliar woman speaks. "Nash?"

"Umm.. Yes. Can I speak to Violet please?" I ask politely.

"Well... Umm this is Violet's mother, Jennifer. She is kinda not able to talk right now." she says in an uneasy tone.

"If you don't mind my asking, why can't she talk?" I ask in a more stern than curious tone.

"Nash, honey. Violet is in the hospital right now..." she says in a hoarse voice as if she has been crying. Shit. My heart sinks in the thought of my Violet, well Violet, in the hospital.

"Is.. Is she okay?" I stutter.

"I think its best if you come to the hospital. We need to talk. Face to face." she still has that uneasy tone. What the hell does she have to talk to me about? Why cant she just tell me over the phone? Is it serious?

"Umm. Okay. Yeah. I will be right over. Um.. What hospital is she at?"

"Memorial on Maple Street. Hurry though." with that she hangs up. I quickly grab my keys and head to the front door with worry filling my mind. Cameron stops me in my tracks.

"Whoa man. Where are you going in such a hurry?" he asks while stepping in front of the door. Cameron is my best friend and all but he is seriously irritating me right now... I want to see her. Now.

"Cameron, bro. Move. I have to go to the hospital. Violet is there. Now please move out of the damn way." Cameron abides and just before I step out of our apartment he puts his arm on my shoulder.

"Nash I am sure everything will be okay." he says with an assuring smile.

I wouldn't be so sure...the voices inside of my head tell me. Fuck you conscious.

 Ignoring the negative thoughts I give Cameron a nod and sprint to my blacked out Ford F-150. I hop in and start the engine. I drive off speeding down each street praying one that there is no cops around and two that the girl I am falling in love with is okay. Yes I am falling in love. How could I not be? Violet is perfect for me. Perfect in every way. Except now she is in a hospital but I don't have a fucking clue why. After what seems like a damn eternity, I reach the hospital.  I park my truck in the lot and run to the front desk. The girl behind it is about 21, I assume.

"Can I help you?" she says in a bitchy tone. I breath in and out to calm my nerves.

"What room is Violet... umm Violet Owens in?" I ask quickly.

"Are you family? If not then you can sit your hasty butt right down here young man." she snaps.

"No I am not family. I am her fucking boyfriend. Now tell me." I lie. I mean I will be soon. If she is okay...

"Watch your tone. And she is in room 208." the woman snapped something else but I had already ran as fast as I could to the stairs because the elevator would take to long. I reach the second floor and search through the halls.

"Room 202, 204, 206, 208!!" I halt at the door, peering through the window of the wooden door acting as a barrier between me and Violet. I see her laying on the hospital bed. Eyes closed. Motionless. My heart throbs to see her like this. I grip the door handle and turn it slowly. Morgan, who is at the right side of the bed holding Violet's hand, snaps her head up as I walk through the doorway.