Disabled. *SUPER SLOW UPDATES* (1D/5SOS FANFIC)

CHAPTER 4

*3 DAYS LATER*

They finally let us in Carters hospital room. I’ve talked to Jase a lot because we both have not left her room. He was mad at me before but we talked and got to know each other. Carter looks bad, but she’s drop dead gorgeous. I called Stan and he promised me that he didn’t hook up with Eleanor. I’ve tweeted, had phone interviews anything to clear up the situation but it hasn’t helped. So I just let them think what they think. I’ve left all social media behind. Jase has told me a lot about his and Carters past like; they grew up in Canada, which explains why he says ‘eh’ all the time. their parents drowned in plane crash during a vacation, they were sent to their uncle and aunts that they were crazy and abusive, so they escaped them when Jase was old enough (he’s her legal guardian). She’s a big fan. I cried most of the time. He was gunna say something else then shook his head and moved on.

*3 WEEKS LATER*

She still hasn’t woken up. I can’t wait to meet her and get to know her. I just stare at her flawless face all the time day dreaming about how she’s gunna heal perfectly then have a perfect life, but I hear an awkward cough to look over at Jase giving me a death glare. Right, little sister. I just look down thinking about her beauty and what’s she’s like. Her skull is all-good now. Her arm is healing on track. Her stitches come out soon. There is gunna be a permanent scar there Dr. Neruz said. I only leave the hospital only for showers. We as in Jase and I make sure one of us is there for when Carter wakes up. I’m scared she’s gunna hate me that I ruined her life. Her idol (as Jase tells me) crapped up her so possible life. I’m such a screw up. I tried to cut once but, Harry caught me and I cried into sleep and freaked out that I wasn’t at the hospital. I’m kinda depressed right now.  Any ways Jase said she won’t hate me, she’s not the kind of person that holds a grudge, I won’t believe it. I keep praying she will wake up soon.

*3 MONTHS LATER*

I’m starting to lose hope about Carter waking up; it’s been 4 months already. I’ve cried so much. I’ve puked so many times. Every day she doesn’t wake up is another load of guilt for me every day. I’m so... so sick, disgusting, horrible, screwed up, an idiot who’s so selfish and stupid to pull over and seek help while driving in a snowstorm. I’m never going to forgive mys-

“Where’s my brother?” I snap my head up to see Carter’s awake. A smile grows on my face. Her head moving frantically around the room. SHES AWAKE! Her eyes land on me.

“y-y-your l-l-Lou-. W-w-what?” her face falls. “W-where’s j-Jase?” tears brimmed her eyes

“No, no, no don’t cry!” I put my hand on her leg then removed it remembering about her being, you know... her eyes widen along with mine. “I-I... I umm... I’ll go get him”

*CARTERS POV*

Why can’t I feel my legs? Why was Louis the FREAKING Tommo Tomlinson doing here? I just want my brother. He’s my family, All of my family. What am I doing in a hospital? Everything is throbbing.

*FLASHBACK*

“What. Was. That?! Is the house on fire!? Get out now!! Don’t die!” Jase freaked out! Crap. Crap! Crap!! Ok. Play. It. Cool!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm yourself! It’s ok; I’m just letting the dog in jeez.” I hate lying but it’s becoming a bad habit.

“Umm. Ok” then I hear the squirrelly voice

“Babbyyy where are you?!” *gag*

“Hun. I gotta go ok.”

“Ya, ya whatever” I said uninterested

“Sleep tight eh”

“You to...” if you get any. He hung up and I started looking through the pictures I took at the one FREAKING direction concert! Also listening to best song ever. Which it is. I look up to hear screeching tires and two bright lights coming at me fas-