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I wake up in our bed, and Nash isn't here. I think nothing of it, and walk down stairs. No one is here, but I see cams and matts car keys but not Nash's. They probably went out to IHOP without me or whatever. Turds. I get some cereal, as I'm not very hungry. I sit down and turn my phone on. I see I have 8 missed calls from nash, two from mahogany and 3 from Matt. What in the world happen that they needed me so much. I call nash, and hear sobs on the other end. "You. Hospital. Now." Is all I hear and I break down. Nash doesn't ever cry this hard, so something must have gone terribly wrong. I throw some sweat pants, a tank top, and one of Nashes sweatshirts on. I grab my keys and zoom to the hospital. Fearing the worst.
I get to the hospital, and Nash is standing there waiting. His eyes are puffy and they aren't their normal bright blue. They are almost grey they are so dull. I pull Nash into a hug and he breaks down again on my shoulder.
I sit him down in a chair in the hallway, and wipe his tears. "Nash honey I'm so confused where's everyone else and why are you crying so hard? I say biting my lip.
He starts breathing the way you do when you have been crying. "It's, sob, h-hayes, sob," I break into tears as well. And hug him tight.
"We were driving to pick up some breakfast for the gang and I left you at home because you didn't move when I tried to wake you. We were driving and a person came speeding down and smashed into us from the side. Hayes' door smashed in, and well... now we don't really know.
"Oh my god!" I say now breaking down into literal hysterics. I sit on Nashes lap, and burry my face in his chest and cry. I can't believe it. I hate people that drive stupid and on drugs and drunk. I hate them so much and I pledge to never let this happen again. I get up and Nash walks with his arm around my waist holding me to his side.
We walk into the room, and I see cam and Matt sitting in chairs, and they all look like a wreck. The next thing I see is something I never want to see again.
Hayes entire right side of his face is either bleeding or dark purple, and he has a bust lip. He has cuts running up and down his arms and legs, and his elbow is a raw piece of flesh. I scream and put my hand over my mouth.
"I HATE FUCKING DRUNK DRIVERS!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Nash turns me so I'm facing him. "Listen, Hayes is in a nocked out state that was medically induced because he hit his head pretty hard, and was freaking out. He fractured his shoulder blade, and the window shattered so that explains the cuts. The car slammed into him so that explains the bruising. The doctors said it could have been much much worse had we been in a smaller car. He should wake up in about a day or two, that's all we know." I sob into Nashes arms again and he kisses my forehead. I go over and sit in an empty chair by Matt. He reaches up and gives me his hand. I take it and squeeze it.
