It's Not Cool | Jonas Brothers

Chapter 16

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Kevin's P.O.V.
About ten minutes after giving Nick the glucose tab, I still sat next to him on the floor, not leaving his side.

Joe sat on a desk chair and we sat so that we could all see each other, if Nick were conscious.

"If he's not better now, we'll take him to the hospital." I announce. Joe looks at me in shock.

I test his sugar again. Two beeps, meaning he is still off. Of course he is off. "58. Still too low, but much better than the 43 he'd been at before." Joe let out a breath I didn't even think he was capable of holding.

"He's okay, Joe." I tell him to reassure him. He really thought we were going to have to take him to the hospital.

"Do you think he was unlucky, or do you think he's given up and didn't care about his number?" Joe questions me.

"I had it under control until I didn't. I'm sorry for being so stubborn." We hear from Nick.

"You should have told us, Nick. That's why we moved back home. If you're still going to keep things like this from us, what's the point of us moving back home?" Joe sounds irritated. I know it's the worry and fear for Nick's health, but he shouldn't stress Nick out like this right now. He could still easily go back to a dangerous low. Joe knows that.

"I've been dealing with this alone for so long. I've got to adjust. Give me time." Nick begs.

"No Nick. You could have died right now." Joe yells. Nick covers his ears from the sudden yelling.

"Joe!" I hiss angrily. "Let's just go home. Nick is obviously too tired to practice and Joe needs some time to calm down."

We grabbed our stuff quickly, Joe and I both taking Nick between us to support him while we walk him to the car.

I drove the boys home. When we entered, Nick was capable of walking himself to the couch.

When we walked in, we saw mom with Frankie. He should be in school. Why is he home?

"Boys. Sit down with us for a minute." Mom tells us to do.

I walk over cautiously and sit down next to Frankie.

"Your sister is getting bullied in school. She's upstairs to clean herself up right now." Mom walks straight into it.

Before we know it, Nick runs off towards the stairs. Joe wants to go after him, but I stop him.

"Let him help her." I tell him. He nods reluctantly. "Why is she being bullied?" I turn myself towards mom.

"I don't know. Jealous of being you guys' sister is one thing I could come up with and you know your sister isn't really talkative towards people she doesn't know. And she's been away to be in the hospital for a little. I can only guess that her appearance also got to do with it. Girls her age are mean towards each other to be at the top of the social stairs." Mom thinks out loud.

"Do you want to pull her out of school?" Joe asks. Mom shakes her head. "I'll discuss that matter with Pippa and with your father. We know it's serious seeing all the bruises she got from only today."

I'm shocked to say the least "but we don't know how long it has been going on for. It's her physical and mental health we need to think about here." Mom adds.

We all nod agreeing with her. Dad probably doesn't even know about it yet.

"Why are you home so early?" Mom asks us being suspicious after eyeing the clock for the time. I point towards the stairs. "He tested 43. Was completely out of it. Didn't think we'd get any more practice done with him in that state." Mom looks concerned.

"He's fine now mom. Above 70. Gave him a glucose tab when the juices didn't do their work. We'll keep an eye on him." Joe says and mom nods thankfully.

Mom smiles sadly before standing up. She gives us all a kiss. "I love you boys." She makes sure we get the message.

"I should have known. I knew it would happen." Frankie starts rambling. Both Joe and I start talking to him to free him from his train of thoughts.

"I should have protected her better. I should have looked for her sooner." He starts gripping his hair and starts tugging on it. Like he wants to rip his own hair out.

I grab both hands trying to get him to let go of his hair, but he is completely breaking down.

Soon he relaxes completely. He let go of his hair and falls to the ground.

I pick him up and hold him. Joe starts running his hands through Frankie's hair to try and calm him.

"You couldn't have helped her better then you already did Tank. You did a really good job. She would have been worse or we wouldn't have known anything if you didn't find her." I tell him.

He then starts rambling about Nick and how he is depressed and distant and how Pippa is now too and how they aren't alike and how Pippa is turning into Nick now.

I know where this is going, because lately I'd been having that same idea. Pippa's behaviour is turning a lot more towards Nick's behaviour. When in reality, when she was little, she was a lot more like Joe.

Clumsy, always laughing, trying to get Nick to laugh and being the only one to actually succeed every single time.

Nick has always been quiet and reserved.

They were complete opposites, which is why they matched so well.

With time Frankie gets too tired to be this upset, so he calms down bit by bit.

"Look at me Tank. You did a wonderful job looking after our sister. Thank you." He hugs me in response. "I'm sorry for not protecting her better. I let her get hurt."

I let him sulk a little more until he was done.

"I broke down completely didn't I?" Frankie asked after realizing what he had done. I nod my head. "Yes, completely." I answer.

"I needed it I guess. It was bound to happen." Frankie says. "I know. I'm just glad we could help and that Pippa didn't see it." Joe says.

I forgot he was even here. "I wonder what Nick is doing up there right now?" Frankie suddenly wonders after a quiet minute.

I wonder indeed.