a/n: okay sarah i had to make a few changes to your character. I hope you dont mind. Everyone else, the chap is in Nick's POV, but will return to Emmi and Joe next chapter. :)
Chapter Fifteen
Nick’s POV.
Staying in the hospital at night is one of the weirdest things I’ve ever had to do. My mind kept wandering back to when I’d been diagnosed with diabetes, except I’d have my family then. This time, everybody left about an hour ago, and I was left to stare at the wall and hope that sleep would find me. I wished one of my brothers had been able to stay with me, help take my mind of things.
Every time I closed my eyes I would see a crowed full cheering fans, and I’d feel suddenly empty. The idea that I might not sing on stage again was tormenting me constantly. What would I do if I couldn’t sing?
My depressed, self observed thoughts were cut short by a sound in the hallway. I quickly rolled over, not wanting the doctors to see I was still awake. The last thing I wanted was sleeping pills. I clamped my eyes shut as the door to my room opened and I heard some doctors come in.
“Do you think we should leave her in here? I mean, this poor boy’s bee through enough without adding someone else’s problems.” I heard a female voice say from the doorway. It must be one of the nurses.
“There’s nowhere else to put her, she can’t stay in the ER all night.” A man responded, and a there was a sound of squealing rubber. I heard them wheeling something or someone into the room.
After a lot of noise and the sounds of plastic squealing on floor, I heard the door open and close. I lay still for a few more minutes, making sure the doctors had really left. Then, slowly I opened my eyes.
On the other side of the room, in the bed across from mine, lay a girl. Her face was drawn and pale, her soft hair hanging in wispy strains around her face. I felt my breath catch in my throat. She was obviously sick, but she still looked beautiful. I felt my heart ache as I lay there watching her sleep. It didn’t seem fair to me that so many people in the world get sick and died young.
My selfish thoughts of moments ago where gone as I carefully sat up and slid out of bed. Walking across the room left me out of breath, but I did it anyway, walking over to the foot of the strange girls bed. There was a chart attached to a clip board hanging on the foot of her bed, which I picked up gingerly.
I felt kinda funny about looking a her personally information, but hey, if you leave it hanging around, somebody is going to look at it, right? Her chart read,
Name: Sarah Marie Jackson
Age: 15
Admitted for: Insulin shock
Insulin Shock. The words ran around and around in my head as my eyes drifted up to Sarah’s face. She was diabetic like me. My heart went out to the still girl in the hospital bed.
I set the chart back and walked over to stand beside her. I knew I had pretty easy as being diabetic went. We could afford my OmniPod, so I didn’t have to work about shots and stuff like that. I had no idea about Sarah, if she was an old hand at this, or was just diagnosed, but one thing was for sure. I was definitely curious about her, and i wanted to know more.
For the first time all night, my mind drifted away from my own problem. I sat down on my bed and continued to watch Sarah sleep. I began to memorize her faces as the sun slowly began to rise.
