Chapter 3
Brian’s POV
I dialed the number quickly to Mercy hospital in Tampa Florida,
the closest to Nick’s house.
“Hello?” the woman asked.
“My friend is bleeding over at his house” I said. Why was I caring about Nick after he ditched
us?
“Address, please?”
“220 River View Drive,” I
said, my voice starting to tremble.
“OK, an ambulance will be sent over,” the lady said, as I hung up,
not even thinking about saying thank you.
How could Nick be bleeding?
Did he cut himself?
I got up off the bed in the hotel room we were staying at in
Atlanta. If I caught a plane now I
could be there within a few hours, I thought as I got my duffle bag out
from my closet and set it down on my bed, as there was a knock at the door.
“Come in!” I yelled as I
got my clothes that I just washed off the dresser and put them into my duffle
bag.
“Hey Bri… where you going?”
Kevin asked as he looked at me.
“I’m going back to Florida.
Nick just called me on my cell, and he said he was bleeding,” I said as
I walked into the bathroom and got my belongings.
“What about tonight’s
concert? You just can’t blow it off now
for a trader who left us!” Kevin said his voice rising with anger.
“That trader just happens to be my best friend, and nobody, not
even you, will hold me back from making sure he’s alright,” I said as I walked
out from the bathroom and put the belongings in my bag and zipped it up.
“Brian are you nuts?” Kevin
asked as I picked up my duffle bag off my bed.
“ No, Kev, I’m
actually thinking clear now. I should
have been the one who should have called Nick in our free time, but I wasn’t,
so now I’m going to make it up to him,” I said as I pushed passed Kev and
opened my door heading for the elevator. I felt Kevin’s hands on my shoulders
as he turned me around and glared at me.
“Its either us or him, Brian.
You make the choice,” Kevin said as Howie and AJ came out of there rooms
after hearing all the yelling.
“Him,” I said as I got out of Kevin’s grasped and walked into the
elevator, pressing the button and watching the doors close as my three friends
disappeared. I hailed a taxi as I made
it out of the lobby of the hotel.
“Brian!” I heard Howie and
AJ yell as they ran towards me.
“We’re coming with you,” AJ said, as I smiled slightly and got
into the taxi as it drove off towards the airport.
The airplane landed two hours later in Tampa. We got off the plane and rushed to get our
luggage. We rented a car and drove
towards Mercy hospital.
“What made you guys change your mind about Nick?” I asked during
the ride.
“We heard what you said to Kev about not being Nick’s friend, even
though he did leave the group,” AJ said as I nodded and the rest of the ride
was silent.
We pulled into the hospital parking lot and got out of the car
quickly practically running toward the entrance. I made it first to the front
desk.
“Hello, what room is
Nickolas Carter in?” Howie asked.
“Um, he’s in an ICU room,” the woman said as I felt a hand on my
shoulder. I turned around and saw a
doctor looking at us.
“Are you looking for Mr.
Carter?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said as the other guys turned around.
“My name is Dr.
Martinez. I was his doctor when he came
in here, and I would like to ask you a few questions before you see him,” he
said as we all nodded and followed him towards his office. He opened the door for us as we walked in and
took a seat in the three chairs in front of his desk.
“Do you know if Mr. Carter has ever had any thoughts of suicide?”
Dr. Martinez asked as my mouth dropped.
“What do you mean,
suicide?” AJ asked as I saw tears form in his eyes, but were hidden by his
sunglasses.
“When Mr. Carter was brought in, he was bleeding from his wrist,
and the wound looked like it had been cut open with a knife or something
sharp,” Dr. Martinez said.
“How do you know its suicide, though?” I asked, my voice small.
“The wound was directly over the vein in his wrist, and usually
most accidental cuts are not there, either zigzagged or diagonal.”
“Oh my God, can we see him?” Howie asked as Dr. Martinez nodded.
“He’s in ICU room 213.
Would you like me to show you the way?” he asked, as we headed towards
Nick’s room.
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