You&Me (plus one more)// n.g & t.c

ten

*Lilly's POV*

"T-Taylor." I say.

"Lilly what are you doing with him?" He says, getting closer to us.

"I'm just eating ice cream." I state with a bit of sass in my voice.

He sighs. "It's not good for you."

"What the ice cream?" Nash says, laughing. "I think she's fine."

"No you dickhead I meant you."

"Come on Nash. Let's just go." I say, nudging him out of the booth. He gets up and we walk out but Taylor follows us.

"I'm not done with you Lilly." He screams.

"Yes. I think you are." Nash says, protectively putting his arm around me.

Then they get into a huge argument. I'm trying to convince Nash to just walk away but nothing's working.

Until Taylor pulls out a gun and shoots Nash.

He falls back and I scream.

I look up and Taylor drops the gun, in pure shock.

"Lilly I'm sorry." He says.

"I'm calling the police." I say.

Someone runs up and calls 911 and as they pull up, Nash passes out.

The police handcuff Taylor. "Don't worry ma'am. He'll be fine." The EMT assures me.

I can't loose another person.

The guys are already at the hospital by the time we get there, and the nurses wheel Nash back rapidly. They don't allow me back.

"J-j-Jack. I-I-I can't l-l-loose h-him." I eventually get out, sobbing into Johnson's arm, while Gilinsky tries to figure out exactly what happened.

"I know. But he'll be okay. Cam won't put you through that much pain."

I sob even harder.

Maybe it's Nash's time.

*the next day*

The doctor walks up and tells us that Nash is fine, that Taylor shot him in the arm, but the fall gave him some minor brain injuries.

"He had trouble remembering things at first, but now he knows who you are. Just don't ask too many questions. You'll see the confusion on his face. He can't process certain things. Just let it heal on its own and he should be good to go home tomorrow."

"So nothing permanent?" I asked.

"Correct." The doctor assures me."Your boyfriend is going to be fine"

"He's not my boyfriend." I say, looking down.

"You sure?I thought your name was Lilly."

"It is. But why does that matter?"

"The first thing he said when he woke up is 'Is my baby girl okay?' and when we asked him who he was reffering to, he said Lilly. But i guess there was some issues or misunderstandings"

"Oh" is all i can manage to say. "May I see him? Would you mind?"

He shakes his head yes and then turns, moitining me to follow him.

I walk back and try to imagine Nash going through this situation not six years ago. When I almost drowned. Or Gilinsky and Damon walking down these halls when I almsot killed myself. When I had to come back and see my little Cameron dead to say goodbye. When I saw Cameron on the ground dead in my own house.

Too many memories.

I walk in the room and the doctor nods at me and then walks out. I look at Nash whos focused eyes are on the TV, trying to figure out how to work the remote. Theres a little crease in between his eyes and his eyebrows are furrowed from concentration. I slightly laugh at his focus.

"Hey Nash." I say, catching his attention.

"Lilly." he smiles and tries to get up. To hug me. To reach me. To know I'm okay.

"Nash you cant go anywhere." I say as he gets frusterated.

"Im fine, ya know." he says as I hug him.

"Im sure you are. We just need to be sure." I say, leaning down and kissing him slowly, steading both of us. It gives a sense of comfort. It gives us stability. It lets us know each other are okay.

"God I've been waiting for this." He says.

"We better stop. Im gonna get kicked out." I laugh. He groans

"We always have to stop before it gets good."

"I'll continue when your better" I wink

"Damn I better get better soon then." Nash says to the nurse who comes in to check his vitals (Blood pressure, etc.) (A/N My aunts a doctor lel) She just laughs at him

"I guess you better then." She walks out and I sit down in the chair next to Nash's bed

"You gonna press charges?" I ask Nash.

He ponders this, then shakes his head no.

"NO! Nash he could've killed you!!!!"

"Could've" Nash repeats."I don't wanna ruin the poor kids life just because of a mistake."

"It wasn't a mistake Nash, he meant to do it. What would you have done if the bullet would've hit me?"

"I would've kissed you harder when I saw you for the first time" he says simply.

"He'll just come after us again.And this time. His target is going to be me." I say angriley, and then walk out.

I don't know if I can see him anymore like this.