Bullied ; Nash Grier

|16|

Liv's pov:

We pulled into the hospital parking lot, and of course there was like no parking spots. We found one and rushed inside. Inside I saw my brothers sitting in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs; tear stained cheeks, and messed up hair. Nick looked the worst out of all. Being the oldest at age 19 witnessing it all. If I was in that car like he was I would have lost it. He witnessed my mothers death at the age of 7 and witnessing another death of a family member while in the vehicle would be traumatizing.

I sat in the chair next to Ryan which caused him to look up. I slightly smiled before pulling him into a hug.

"Livy." He cried into my shoulder. He sat their bawling into my shoulder. I sat there letting him cry, patting his back trying to calm him down. I had been watching him cry, shedding a few tears myself and I didn't realize that my other 2 bothers were staring at us. I waved for them to come over so we could have a family crying fest. We all sat there in a crying heap of people. I was so concentrated on my brothers that I forgot Nash was there, sitting next to me watching me bawl my eyes out. I exited out of our group hug to speak to Nash.

"Nash, you can go back to the hotel if you want." I said, looking at him with my red puffy eyes.

"No, i'm staying here with you." He said smiling. His eyes had a slight gleam of tears. We knew each other when we were a lot younger so, he knew my dad almost like a second father to him at the point where we weren't knee-deep in complete hatred for eachother. This was emotional for all of us.

We had heard nothing for the past hour about Dad. I texted some of the boys because they were worried where Nash and I were. I sat their, like everyone else; head down facing the cold hard tile floor. This is going to be a long night.

"Family of Timothy Anderson?" We all heard someone say. We all shot out of our seats.

"That's us." I said with a small, fake smile.

"Tim is awake but," The nurse said. This can't be good. "we're afraid he might not make it through the night. You can go see him if you would like, he is in room 227."

"Thank you." I said walking past her with my brothers and Nash. We walked down the narrow hallway, passing several doors before reaching room 227. We had finally found it and we walked in. In there my father looked pale. He had a bloody bandage on his head and his eyes were barley open.

"Hi dad." My brothers and I said at the same time.

"Kids." My father croaked before coughing. His voice was rough and dry. We all sat beside his bed watching him like a hawk. We stared at him like he was going to disappear any moment. We sat their for hours before our eyes started to close. I knew I was going to fall asleep. It was 1 am. I wasn't doubting I was tired. I was going to fall asleep, even if it was in a hospital room chair.

A/N: Hey guys! I haven't updated in a week or so. This probably sucks but whatever.

Where I live it's so freaking cold. When I say cold, I mean so cold that my school has a two hour delay. I really wanted them to cancel thought :(

Anyways thank you guys for 1.8k reads. I really thought this story would go no where but, it has gone a lot farther than I expected.

Have a good rest of your night or day.

Bye

Xoxo, Court<3