When I Met You In the Summer (Nash Grier Fanfic)

Chapter 11

~Wylie's POV~

I wake up on a small hospital bed with a beeping noise dulling away in my left ear. I blink a couple times and a small moan escapes my lips. I look around as much as I can before my head starts pounding again. I see Ben sitting in a chair sleeping to the left of me and Nash to the right and he's holding my hand. I feel like he was holding it for a long time now.

"Wylie," I hear Ben say. I guess he woke up. "How do you feel?"

"What happened?" I ask getting anxious.

"You have to calm down, you're very weak," I look down at my wristband realize that there is an IV inserted in my skin. "Why did you tell them you're parents are in Africa?"

I stay silent. "I know that not a lot of people know about you're parents but you didn't have to lie. It's a good thing they called me."

"You didn't tell them the truth did you?" I ask

"No," he says looking away to Nash. "It's not my place. You old enough to

Make you're own decisions and to deal with the consequences." Sometimes he actually can be smart.

"Ben I'm really sorry...I'm just scared of what they would think of me." I answer quietly.

"I know," he says patting my hand. A nurse walks in and asks to see Ben. He stands and walks out.

I look over to Nash. He looks so peaceful yet exhausted. I wonder who else is here. In the hospital I mean, I know Gia is in New York. Is Cameron here? I kind of want him here. I watch Nash for a while until his eyelids flick open and for some reason I shut mine closed.

I can't really tell what's happening besides him sighing deeply. "I don't know if you can hear me or not but I just want you to know that I'm sorry." I smile slightly then open my eyes to see him squeezing my hand. He grins widely when he sees I'm awake.

"I knew you weren't asleep." He chuckles, "how do you feel?" he asks me.

"My head hurts a lot but besides that I feel fine." I hope. "What happened?" I ask, maybe I'll get an answer this time.

He widens his blue eyes at me with sympathy and then looks down at my hands. "Wylie they had to pump your stomach. But then barely anything came out, besides drugs."

I look down at my hand too but I'm so embarrassed. I close my eyes pushing tears back. I have no idea what to tell him or anyone. I'm not a drug addict if that's what you're or Nash or anyone is thinking. I've been combining meds; migraine, anxiety, ADD, ADHD, sleeping aids, aids that helped me stay awake. Maybe I added some Advil or Asprin. That sounds like an addict and when I was little and I had a family I didn't need as many meds but then all these mental things just got worse.

"I'm fine I don't have a problem or anything," I defend myself.

"I know you don't but it just seems a little scary."

"Are you saying you're scared of me?" I ask saddened.

"No not at all, Wylie I'm scared for you. I can't believe this happened to you, it's all my fault."

"What else happened," I ask.

"Can you remember anything?" he asks

"No, I feel like I feel or something," I try to remember but I can't.

"You feel and hit your head pretty hard, you lost a lot of blood but the doctor says you'll be fine." He informs me.

"Did you bring me here?" I ask. He looks upset that I don't know, "You did didn't you? And you were talking to me," I look down at my hand smiling, "thanks, for being there."