Bryce
"No!" I yelled as Jackson pushed me out of the room. "No! Let me see him! What's wrong?! Nathan!"
Jackson shushed me and squeezed my hand, "He's having a seizure, Bryce."
My eyes widened again and my heart thudded loudly in my chest. I felt it rattle in my rib cage. "He's fine though, right?"
Jackson pursed his lips, leading me back to the waiting room.
"He's fine though, right?" I repeat, feeling the tears swell in my eyes again. "Jackson? What's wrong with my baby?!"
He lets out a long sigh, looking at me. His glassy eyes and frown said it all. "His chances of surviving are slim, Bryce..."
"But he's going to be okay..." I whisper, biting the inside of my cheek. He's going to be okay. I cringed at the taste of blood that filled my mouth. "Right?"
Jackson didn't say anything and pushed my back softly towards the doors to the waiting room.
I don't want that to be a no. Anything, but a no. He's going to be okay.
He's going to be just fine. He's going to wake up. No...
I'm going to wake up from this nightmare any minute from now and he's going to be in my arms, sleeping like a baby. He'll complain that I woke him up too early and cover his adorable face with the blanket.
But the pain in my heart told me this wasn't a nightmare at all.
I was well awake.
And I cried because of that. I stayed in the bathroom and cried for what seemed like hours. Buckets and buckets of tears left my eyes.
I felt my heart breaking even more after every second. I felt it slowly shred into more and more pieces, tearing me apart.
I felt queasy. Just thinking about it...
The car getting smashed and spinning around. That part didn't scare me or make me nauseous.
It was the part that Nathan was in that spinning car, bleeding, hurt, blacked out. Shards of glass inside of him and his head hitting against the wheel before the airbags blew up, hitting him harshly.
I gagged, hovering over the sink. I gripped onto the countertop, feeling my pulse quicken.
I don't want anything to happen to Nathan.
I didn't care if guys came in and out of the bathroom as I wept and sobbed over my dying boyfriend. It's a hospital. Everyone cried. Something tragic is always happening.
My phone vibrated in my pocket constantly. I don't want to talk to anyone right now. I just want to hide from the world and wake up from this.
I pulled out my phone, seeing Kayla's name across the screen. It feels like forever since I've seen her.
I wipe away the streaks of tears before answering the phone. "Hey." I didn't realize how scratchy and pained my voice sound.
"Hey, Bryce!" She beamed loudly into the phone. "I love and miss you!"
I smiled lightly. For a second, I forgot about everything. Hearing her sweet voice and that made my heart warm. My shattered, broken heart.
"I love you too, beautiful," I whisper, sniffling. "I miss you so much."
"Are you okay?" She asked, a frown in her soft voice. How do I tell my sister that my boyfriend was in a car accident and could... Not make it. "Bryce?"
I let out a sigh, squeezing my eyes shut. "No, Kay. I'm not okay."
"What's wrong?"
I let out a breath. "Nathan..." I hurt saying his name. It hurt so badly. "He was in an accident."
