Nate looked down at his hands, his eyes turning dull as he dropped unconscious, bleeding out from the shot wound on his chest. Matt rushed to his side, calling 911 as quick as he could. He held Oliver and placed a hand on his stomach. "Nathan please be okay.. for our son's sake and our unborn baby.." He whimpered softly. Oliver hugged his father tightly. He was far too young to know what had just happened. Sirens were heard as Nate was rushed to the hospital. The mystery man who shot him was long gone, but before he was gone, he also injured Nate's hand. Matt and Oliver got a ride, and they waited for the news on Nate, if he would be able to recover or not. They waited...
I'm Nate, my demons. More sadness because I'm fucking emo.
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De Todo"Now maybe I can't make you mine So I'll enjoy our time." PLEASE, DON'T STEAL MY SCENARIOS, I KNOW WHEN ONE IS STOLEN!
