Why can't you remember me?

Chapter 20

Nash pov

Shawn and I went down the stairs my palms started to get sweaty. When we walked into the room everyone was eating and laughing, talking, and joking around.

"Uh um, guys" Shawn spoke up clearing his throat.

Everyone turned towards us the room getting quiet. I looked over at Shawn who nudged me a little. I stepped forward my mouth going dry. Black spots danced on the outside of my vison. Whoa.....i feel dizzy..

"What happened what was going on before the accident?" I managed to choke out in beryl a whisper.

Everyone shifted uncomfortably and then Matt said.

"Nash you might wanna sit down."

I nodded and collapsed in an arm chair. Looking at Matt expectantly.

"So um here's what you missed were all friends. Hayes is dating Aaron, the jacks are dating I'm dating carter,and Shawn...um..ah....."

"Im dating Shawn. Your dating Cameron." Taylor finished.

I blinked. I mean I expected this. But why was I so suprised? I looked down my head wrapping around everything but not quite. Suddenly I felt nauseous my head spinning.

"I'm gonna be sick." I whispered.

"Oh come on Nash it's not that bad." Aaron called from the other side of the room.

"No for real." The suddenly my vision blurred and threw up the pizza from earlier. Then suddenly I fell forward. THWACK my head hit the coffee table, a jolt of pain rushing through it. As I hit the floor the only thing I heard was yelling.

Cam pov

"Why did he do that?" I was sitting alone in the dark replaying the scene that had happened. I sighed rolling over closing my eyes deciding it was better to sleep on it then obsess over it. But as I was just drifting off I heard it.

"Uh... So what happened before the accident?" It was Nash

I sat up and strained to hear the reply. Nothing but muffled talking. What are they doing? Are they telling him what's happened? I stood up. Bad idea. I immediately crumpled doing a face plant into the ground. I let out a soft groan as I began to crawl dragging myself towards the door. Leaning against it I listened.

"I'm going to be sick."

"Oh come on Nash it's not that bad." Someone said.

I strained for the reply but nothing then I heard the sound of heaving, of throwing your guts up. Then suddenly the hallow sound of a person hitting wood. For a split second it was was silent. Then yelling the pounding of people running. I grabbed the Handel and opened the door and laid my eyes on the scene before me. Nash was laying on the ground, in puke his eyes rolled into the back of his head. While everyone was yelling and running around. Then I glanced up at the coffee table and noticed it. Blood. There was fresh blood on the edge. I let out a strangled yell. And then I heard it

"GUYS IM CALLING THR HOSPITAL!"