It's Not Cool | Jonas Brothers

Chapter 11

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Nick's P.O.V.
Pippa is allowed to go home in a few days. She's going to get help every day. It's not like she wanted to go to a mental facility. The doctor hesitated but agreed on his terms and helped creating a treatment plan for her.

She is so happy that she can go home. It was like a big weight got lifted off her shoulders as soon as he agreed.

She had to stay in the hospital for a few more nights to get some much needed nutritions in her through an IV line. It's horrible to see her get so miserable from it all. Every once in a while someone has to sit with her to hold up a bucket so she can empty her stomach. She gets emotional when that happens.

Mom and dad took us all back home, including Danielle, for the night. I protested, wanting to stay with Pippa, but the doctors wouldn't allow it. She needs her rest and apparently so do I.

When we got home, Joe and I shared a look that now is the time to corner mom and dad with the idea.

Mom walked into the kitchen to start on some meal for all of us.

Joe and I followed her there while dad went to his office and Kevin, Danielle and Frankie went to watch tv.

"Mom, sit down. We've got to talk." Mom immediately turns to face us.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" She starts freaking out. "Chill mom, everything's okay." Joe calms her successfully.

"But please sit down. We just want to run something by you." Joe explains.

Mom does as she is told and sits down at the table. Joe and I sit across from her. Joe can tell I'm nervous and he gives me a pat on the back to tell me not to be scared. Not working Joe. I start playing with a ring on my finger.

"What do you want to run by me?" She still looks concerned as if we're about to tell her that someone is dying. I know she noticed my very obvious nervousness and I know she noticed Joe comforting me and clearly failing.

"Nick has been struggling with his Diabetes lately." Mom interrupts him. "Oh no, what happened?"

I shake my head to ask her not to interrupt Joe's explanation. She complies knowing she has got no other choice.

"He's been okay mom. He's just having a hard time managing it lately and he's been starting to neglect it. Because he didn't care about it anymore." Which indirectly means I don't care about my life. I know we are all thinking that.

Mom looks shocked and sad and everything imaginable.

"Which is what we wanted to talk to you about. We all know Nick is not one to ask for help, but he did." Me asking for help worried my mom. I know for sure.

"So, if it's okay with you and dad, we'd both like to move back home for at least a couple of months, so we can help you with Pippa and Frankie and you all can help me with Nick." Joe ends his story.

"I'll run it by your dad, but I sure agree with it. How long have you been struggling?" Mom asks me.

I think my answer through. "A couple months. A half year."

Mom gasps. "Why didn't you say so? We would have helped you if we knew. You know that."

I nod. "I know, but I didn't want to bother anyone. When we were at the hospital, Kev talked to me and told me to ask for help if I need it. These last few days I noticed that I couldn't do it alone anymore. So when Joe helped me, I figured I'd ask for more." Without thinking they'd reject giving me the help I asked for.

I was so scared before that he'd laugh at my face or walk away. That is why I had been too scared to ask for help for months. But both Kevin and Joe's support at the hospital showed me that I need their help now more than ever.

At that moment dad walks into the kitchen to get himself something to drink. "Haven't you started dinner yet?" He asks surprised knowing how hungry everyone is.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw us at the table. "What is going on?" He places his glass on the counter.

"Come sit down with us Paul." Mom says sadly as she pulls back the chair next to her for him to sit down with us.

Dad walks over while he's still silently observing the situation.

Joe starts explaining. "The situation is as followed dad." He explains the whole situation a bit more detailed then when he first told mom. I got some disapproving looks when he explained about the neglecting my Diabetes part.

I could dig my own grave right now. I feel so ashamed for having this out in the open.

Dad agrees with the plan. We all know it's temporary. I just need to get myself back on track.

"How long ago have you tested?" Dad asks me.

"At the hospital after I got a snack after I tested that low." I recall my steps.

"Test now. I'm going to start dinner now, so if you're low, dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes." Mom tells me. I nod and get up to go get my kit from my backpack which is still in the hallway.

I walk back to the kitchen to test at the table. I wait though, because they are talking, and I hear them say my name.

"You can say what you want about Nick, Paul, but I'm happy he's asked for help." Mom says.

"I'm worried about him, Denise. He's not one to ask for help. He might be way worse than he lets on about." Dad defends himself.

Joe interrupts their heated conversation. "He is. I know he is. He's not ready to talk about it yet. We'll move back in within the next few days and we'll watch him. I'll make sure to test him in the middle of the nights and I'll make him look after himself properly. I know you're both worried. So am I, but we can't force anything out of him. Be happy he's shared this much and we're able to help him. If he hadn't listened to Kevin, he would have gone home to struggle alone again. We just have to help him like he asked for. The rest will come later." I smile. He really wants to help me.

I take this as my cue to walk back in. I set my kit on the table. I take out the meter, a strip and a lancet device.

I test my sugar. The meter beeps twice, which means I'm off. Joe looks with me at the number. A bit low. Nothing uncommon. Dinner will fix it.

Joe puts a hand on my shoulder and gets up to go watch tv with Frankie, Danielle and Kevin. I clean up my stuff and set the table for dinner.