Risking it All

18

After calling Nick twice and only receiving voice mails, I decided to go to bed. Maybe he was busy with his band. Besides, when he sees my texts and calls, he'll call me. Even if it was at three in the morning, Nick would do it. He's crazy enough to.
Somewhere around two in the morning, when I was having a wonderful dream when I heard my door creak open. Instantly, I sat up and prepared myself to fight the person who wants to break into my room. If only I knew it was my parents. "What are you doing here?" I asked them as I sat up. My mom looked at my dad and said nothing. "Um... Nothing," Mom said. I looked at Dad and raised my eyebrows. They exchanged looks again before Mom finally said, "There's been an... Incident."
Immediately, I knew it was about Nick. "What's wrong?" I asked. My mom sighed before she said, "Nick is the hospital. He was taken in about twenty minutes ago." It took me a few minutes to realize what she said. No... What now? What could he have done to cause him to end up beings in the hospital? I was starting to feel tears, but I swallowed them down. That was when I ran out of my room, grabbed my keys, and ran out the door. My parents called after me, but I ran out to the car and pulled out of the driveway. Driving at ridiculous speeds, I pull into the hospital, nearly taking out the fire hydrant. I barely parked in the provided space and ran into the hospital lobby.
"Excuse me," the lady behind the desk called. I ignored her and I ran down the hall, took a left, and got into the elevator. I knew exactly what room I was heading to. When I got on the third floor, I ran to room seventeen and gasped at the sight of my boyfriend in a hospital bed, unconscious. This time, he had no bruises or anything. I ran out of the room, shaking my head. I cried and ran over to throw my arms around him. He snapped his eyes open and said, "Woah, Kenzie, I'm okay." I yelped and jumped back. "What happened?" I asked. He sat up and said, "Long story." I raised an eyebrow. "I've got time." He sighed.
"Okay, so when I got home, I got in the house and was brushing my teeth when I passed out. My dad was luckily home, so he called 911, and brought me here," he said. "You're lucky to be alive," I told him. He nodded. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll be fine, I just need-" His words were drowned out by a coughing fit. "Nick!" I cried. I ran out to the hallway and screamed, "Help him! Help him! He can't breathe!"
A nurse ran into his room and shoved me out into the hall. Another nurse in mint scrubs looked up from her paperwork and said, "Young lady, you are not allowed to be up here." I ignored her and ran back to the lobby. I saw my parents talking frantically to a nurse. My mom looked up when she saw me enter. "Mackenzie!" she cried. She threw her arms around me and said, "Don't ever do that again. I know you were worried, but that doesn't mean you can just run away like that." She looked around. "Did you see him?" I nodded. She gave an approving nod. We sat down in the same spots we sat in a week ago. I couldn't get the thought of how Nick was in the hospital for the second time in a week.
I almost fell asleep before a doctor walked up to my parents and I. "Excuse me," he said. "Are you Dominic, Rebecca and Mackenzie Marsh?" My parents stood up and said, "Yes." He flipped through his paper work. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose again. "There's been an incident with Nick as you may know." We nodded as my father asked, "How does this incident involve us?" The doctor cleared his throat as he said, "I was going to ask you if you know what blood type you are." Obviously confused, my mother asked, "Why would you want to know our blood type?" The doctor sighed and said, "Nick seems to be in a very difficult stage right now. The accident left him paralyzed, something must have went wrong and he now needs a new kidney. We can perform an operation, but he will need blood donated. Are any of you type A blood?" I stood up immediately and said, "I am." I've been to the hospital enough times to know what blood type I am, and if Nick needs type A, then I'm going to give it to him. My mom looked at me. "Are you sure about this, Kenzie? This is really serious." I nodded. "I'm sure of it," I said. My dad stepped forward. "I don't know if you should, though." He turned to the doctor. "Mackenzie has cancer and-"
I cut him off. "That was like, three years ago!" I cried. The doctor looked at my parents. "We can perform the operation if she wants to. Her cancer won't effect it. But do you want to do this Mackenzie?" Without thinking I told him yes. Nick needed this, and I was glad to give it to him.
Because after all, you do crazy things for love.