When Paths Cross ||A Hayes Grier Fanfic||

Chapter 8

•Payton's POV"•

I woke up to seeing Cam dumping water over the stove and Nash laughing so hard he was on the floor.
"What hell did you guys do!?" I asked jumping up.
"We tried to make pancakes" cam explained, empathizing the tried.
I laughed.
"Nice job" I said while walking over and examining the remains.
"Guys we should wake up Hayes by dumping water on him" Nash whisper.
I nodded and so did cam.
Nash got a bucket and we filled it.
Nash handed me his phone to vine it.
We all whispered.
"Rude awakenings" first and then Nash and cam dumped the water on Hayes.
He woke up instantly.
"Nash what the fuck?!" He shouted before chasing him around the apartment.
His feet left wet footprints on the hardwood floor.
Cam and I looked at each other laughing, until we heard a bang.
"Oh my god Hayes!" I shouted.
Hayes had slipped while running and smacked his head on the counter.
We all ran over as Mackenzie walked in.
"What happened!" She said, snapping out of her regular morning self.
"He slipped and hit his head" Nash said, waiting for Hayes to wake up.
"Call 911" I shouted, seeing blood from his head.
Nash took out his phone, getting more panicked by the minute.
He called in, by now there was more blood on the floor.
The paramedics arrived and took hayes away.
"We can take my car!" Kenzie said standing up.
I grabbed my phone and we ran down the stairs, not waiting for the elevator.
I sat in the back with Nash. Cam and kenz in the front.
"This is all my fault" Nash whispered.
"No it's not, it's no ones fault. You never no when something fun can go to something awful. That's what life is." I soothed.
Nash's hand was on the seat, I put mine over it and he smiled.
The car pulled up and we all jumped out.
It was a race to the front desk, I made it there first.
"Excuse me what room is Hayes Grier in?" I asked, out of breath.
"He's getting stitches on the 6th floor, you can wait in the waiting room up there if you would like." She said calmly.
"But when can we see him?" Nash said, butting in.
"After his stitches, he's going to get scans, once again wait in the room upstairs until the doctor says you can see him" she said, this time a little rudely.
We took the elevator up to the 6th floor and took a seat in the ugly patterned chairs.
I looked down at myself, realizing I was in Hayes's sweatshirt and grey sweatpants and flipflops.
Nash's hair was sticking up all over the place, normally I would laugh, but I wasn't in the mood. I'm sure he wasn't either.
It was silent for about an hour until a doctor walked over.
"Anyone here for Hayes Grier?" He asked.
We all stood up and he led us to a small, white room. I ran to the side of the bed.
"Hey Pay" he said softly.
I held back tears.
"Hey, how you doing" I whispered.
"I've been better" he replied with a side smile.
Nash took a picture with us at his side and posted it with the hashtag #prayforhayes.
"Really Nash?" Hayes said checking his phone.
We all laughed.
"So test came back and Hayes has a concussion, and there was a big gash in his head, which took 12 stitches." The doctor explained.
Nash's eyes widen.
"Bro I'm so sorry" he said.
"Nash it's not your fault" Hayes told him, what the rest of us had told him.
"So does mom have to know?" Nash asked.
"Nah, she'd probably either come here, or have me go back to North Carolina." Nash smiled.
Hayes phone was blowing up with twitter alerts, Instagram alerts and text messages.
"Hold on won't mom see on twitter or Instagram?" Nash said, freaking out.
"We can tell her it's a joke?" Cam said.
"It's worth a try"
"Can I have my phone" Hayes asked.
"Nope, concussions mean no phone" I said teasingly.
"But I'll read you your messages and I can respond, k?"
He nodded.
"K so Taylor said 'bro hope your ok, btw how the fuck do you know Payton Levine' " we all laughed.
"K tell him, I'm doing fine and say she just my best friend now" I laughed and typed it in.
" Matt said 'hope your feeling better!'"
"Tell him 'thanks, I am'"
I typed it in and sent it.
"Jack g said 'Little Grier what did you do this time? Anyways feel better bro!'"
"Tell him I'll explain later but thanks"
The messages went on, until we all fell asleep, in the small hospital room.