Thoughtless Words
Story by Courtney C. and Jessica B.

~~*Chapter Eleven*~~

Courtney, 10 minutes earlier~~~~

“Excuse me. Excuse me sir,” I said, trying to push my way through the crowd of reporters and past the security guards blocking the hospital entrance. “Please, I need to get through here.” I was desperate. I still knew nothing of Nick’s condition.

“Let her through,” A voice demanded. I turned and saw André, Nicks body guard, making his way towards me.

“Thank you,” I said as he took me by the elbow and led me past the guards to the elevator. We rode in silence. I was afraid to ask how they were, terrified that my voice would falter and my attempt at calmness would disappear. The doors opened and I looked down the hallway. I saw Jess and managed to hug her before she ran into AJ’s room.

“What’s going on?” I asked Brian. “Is AJ okay?”

“Yea, the monitor just screwed up. He’s going to be fine. His arms are broken, that’s all,” He said slowly.

“And Nick?” I asked, my voice finally giving in to the sobs rising in my throat. My hands were shaking. Brian hesitated and still said nothing. He simply leaned forward and hugged me.

“What? Oh no...he’s not....not...”I whimpered, pulling away and wiping my teary eyes.

“No! No, he’s not dead,” Brian hesitated once more and I felt my knees buckle.

“What?! Tell  me!” I shouted.

“He has a bone fracture in his legs and some bruised ribs. 

“That’s all?” I asked, relief creeping through me.

“Courtney, God will take care of him,” Brian said comfortingly. I looked at him, confused.

“Can I go in and see him?” I asked, “I  really need to talk to him.”

“Courtney, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Brian stated in a soothing tone.

“Why?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“Because......Nick......he...he’s in a coma.” I felt the blood drain from my face. My knee’s gave out and I slid to the floor as he continued on, trying to comfort me. “The doctors say he could wake up anytime. And he probably won’t have any permanent damage. Courtney? He’ll be alright. God knows how much you guys love each other, He wouldn’t take Nick from you.” I buried my head in my hands and felt the smooth tears fall down my face and into my quivering hands. How could this happen? I asked myself. Oh, God, please let him wake up. Please let him be okay. Please don’t let my last words to him be that I hate him. I love him. Please...please...

After several, long, minutes, Brian came over and bent down in front of me.

“The doctor just said you could go see Nick if you want. He said you could talk to him too, and that it might help. But you gotta pull yourself together,” He told me, helping my to my feet. I took several deep breaths and wiped my eyes with a tissue Brian had handed me. Shaking and terrified, I made my way down the hallway. I reached the door and, taking another deep breath, walked inside. I fought back tears at the sight of him. He looked paler than the crisp, white sheets. There were countless monitors around him, creating a constant rhythm. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful. I noticed he wasn’t on a respirator, he only had pure oxygen going through his nose. Well, at least he can breath on his own, I thought. I slowly sat down in a chair beside his bed. Then I gently took his cold hand and placed both of mine around it.

“Hey Nick,” I said in a voice just above a whisper. “I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but the doctors say it’s good to talk to you. I just needed to tell you that....that.....” I swallowed and took a breath, “..that I love you. And I’m sorry for all the horrible things I said. God knows I didn’t mean any of it. I don’t know what to do. Nick. I’m so scared,” I told him, laying my head beside our hands, the tears flowing freely now. “Nick please wake up. I need you. Please....I’m sorry...please...wake up.....”

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