One In a Million {Nash Grier & Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 22

POV: Sydney

We were all in Sam's hospital room now.

I sat in the chair right in front of her, Nash in the one beside me, Cameron on the other side of him.

My eyes were red and blotchy and my face was probably flushed and swollen.

Grief looks good on nobody.

Even Nash and Cameron look like shit. Their hair undone and unwashed for days. Their clothing thrown on carelessly with no regard of the style.

In other words they still looked like Gods, but unlike themselves.

It's been a month since Nash had awoken from his deathlike slumber.

Sam is stable, but the doctors have no idea when or if she'll awaken again.

She had healed up some though.

Her scrapped up face was scabbing, her bruises turning a light pink color instead of dark purple, and her red hair even looked brighter.

I looked at Nash and saw him staring intently at Sam's face. Probably willing her to wake up.

But she isn't going to. And she never will.

I took a deep breath and stood up.

Cameron was automatically on his feet beside me.

"What's wrong?" He asked worried.

"I'm leaving." I said blandly and glanced at Sam's body sadly, but snapped my eyes back to Cameron.

"Why?" Cameron asked calmly.

"Because she's gone, Cameron, and she's never coming back." I said my voice wavering. "We're just wasting our time here."

"You call this wasted time? Waiting for our best friend to wake up from a coma?" Cameron asked annoyance clear in his voice.

"MY best friend. Not YOURS. If it wasn't for you, she'd be alive and with us! " I yelled at him tears dripping from my eyes. I ignored the flash of hurt that occurred in his eyes.

"She is alive..." Nash finally speaks.

"I'm sorry Nash, but she may be now, but she can't stay in a coma forever. They'll pull the plug before long!" I point out feeling my heart ache.

"You don't know that.." Nash said quietly before turning back to Sam and slipping into his own silence.

"Sydney don't leave. What if she wakes up while your gone? You won't be here to see her!" Cameron said desperate.

"She's. Never. Waking. Up." I said slowly and deliberately.

I didn't even wait for a response. I spun around and rushed out of the room.

POV: Nash

"Sydney! Come back here!" I heard Cameron call in the back ground. "Nash I'll be back, I have to go get her."

And I was alone.

I had cried so much in the last month, I think I've run out of tears to shed.

I touched Sam's cheek absentmindedly. It was soft, but cold. She looked even paler now. Almost transparent.

Her curly hair was strewn literally everywhere.

Now that I think about it. She looks exactly like that chick from the Disney movie Brave.

Except Sam was prettier.

Oh my goodness I've gone looney. Comparing her to Disney cartoons...

Suddenly her body convulsed in a huge gasp and her eyes stretched as wide as humanly possible.

She bolted upright and looked around the room frantically her breath coming out in short labored puffs.

Then she noticed me. She looked at me with no recognition.

She glanced quickly down at my hand that was still resting on her arm and pulled away violently.

"Who are you?!" She screamed sounding terrified. "Where am I?!" She sounded as if she was hyperventilating.

"Sam, it's okay. Your okay." I said trying to fight the croak in my voice as I reached out for her.

She scooted even farther away, as much as she could still attached to all her tubes and wires and started screeching.

"Get away from me!!" She yelled and searched around for a panic button and jabbed it many times still screaming.

"Help!! Somebody help me!!" She screeched tears streaming down her face as she tried to jump off the bed.

I grabbed her by her waist, which was really thin because she hadn't been eating well, and held her on the bed.

"Sam stop. Your going to hurt yourself." I tried to say calmly, but my voice sounded strained, like I was about to cry.

This only cause her to struggle even more and her screams escalated.

"Ma'am what's the problem?" A nurse had finally arrived and had pushed me away violently so that she could hold Sam down.

"I don't know where I am! I don't know who he is! I don't remember anything!" She yelled pointing towards me still crying. She had stopped struggling now that she was away from me.

She brought her knees up to her chest and started to rock.

"Why can't I remember anything?" She croaked at the nurse tears still spilling out of her eyes.

That did it.

I could almost hear my heart snap in two.

She looked so innocent and in pain.

Like a stranger had walked up to her and tried to kidnap her.

That's what she thought of me.

I covered my mouth with my hand and let out a sob as I turned away from her and towards the door trying to take deep breaths.

This is all my fault.