I pace back and forth in a wide open room filled with chairs and many worried looking people. I, of course, am worried sick. I never liked hospitals. I never liked the thought of ever losing someone I love.
"Alia, come sit down" I hear Matt say. He came along with us. I shake my head. "Alia, you're making me dizzy, come sit down!" He says, his voice louder this time. I nod this time and go to sit down in the chair next to him. Nash sits silently on the other side of me. I grab his hand and hold it. He jerks his hand away from me and gives me a disgusted look. A look like the one he gave me when he saw me and Taylor.
"Don't even try. It's all your fault my best friend is on his death bed." He says, spitting out the words as if they taste poisonous. I stand up and get in front of him.
"My fault?" I almost scream.
"Yes, you're fault! If you hadn't ever come along then he wouldn't have dated you, You wouldn't have cheated, he wouldn't have gotten mad and slapped you, which you deserved, Taylor wouldn't have attacked him, and he wouldn't be on his death bed right now!" His voice rose with each reason to a yell. I flinch at his yelling. He stands up quickly and towers above me.
"What if he's not on his death bed? Then what do you have to say to me?" I say calmly.
"Bullshit, we both know he's gonna die." He spits out.
"I believe he's gonna live. And if you believe differently then shut up and don't talk to me ever again." I spit back. He sits down and I make Matt move to where I was sitting so I can sit where he was. We wait for hours more.
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"Cameron dallas and Taylor Caniff?" A doctor calls out into the waiting room. We all stand up and follow the doctor to the room of Cameron first. "One person at a time please" he says and Matt allows me to go first. I take a deep breathe ad brace myself before opening the door and stepping in. I close the door behind me then look up. There he is. Alive. I walk toward him as drop to my knees at the side of his bed.
"Oh my god." I say.
"Sh, it's fine. It's not bad anymore." He says with a chuckle. He has to be on pain Medicine. I grab his hand and hold it. We sit in silence as I cry into him.
"I'm...sorry" I choke out through the tears.
"Don't be" he says. "It's not your fault." I shake my head.
"Don't you understand?" I say looking up into his pained, yet calm, eyes. "If I never came along you wouldn't be here right now." I say. "And I'm sorry." I stand up, let go of his hand, and leave before he can say anything. Nash goes in next and Matt leads me to Taylor's room.
"I already saw him. He's not bad." Matt says before I go in. I turn to him and nod.
"Okay, thanks." I say and push open the door, walking in slowly. I see him staring at a wall. His lip is cut, he has bruises all over his face, and a black eye. Definitely better than Cam but still looks in a shitload pain.
"Hey!" He says, his voice weak and tired.
"Hey," I say quietly. "How you doing?" I ask.
"Better, but the pain killers are wearing off and I'm tired. " he says.
"I'll make this quick then." I say, a small laugh in my voice. "I'm sorry for putting you in this situation. You didn't deserve it and neither did Cameron. That's all I need to say. Now, get some sleep and get better." I say and slowly start to leave the room. My hand is on the door handle when his voice comes out.
"Alia?" I turn to look at him and nod. "Thank you for coming to see me and caring even though I almost killed your boyfriend." I smile and shrug.
"It's the least I can do." And with that I walk out and meet the boys at Cams room. Matt just finishes speaking to can and we decide to go back to hotel for the night instead of sleeping at the hospital again.
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A/N: this chapter sucks but I have to update.
I think I will do 30 chapters of this book then let it be done and work a lot on my other fanfic.
I do have a new idea on a fanfic for Jacob but I don't know when or if I will do it.
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