SMILE

13. You only live once

SMILE

Chapter 13: You only live once

Third person's P.O.V

Swerving through the streets of Mantana like a mad woman, her thoughts grew mad, as well as her actions. Yet, she ignored it all like the multiple middle fingers she received from different multiple drivers as a result of her 'reckless driving', past them.

If only they knew who she was.

Perplexed were her thoughts and out of her mind was she, clearly not thinking straight right now. She never really did though. Not even when a thousand voices, a thousand thoughts, a thousand memories and a thousand more, questioned her actions right now.

Instead, she proceeded. Stubborn as ever.

Hands on wheel, her knuckles turned white. Foot on pedal, she sped up beyond limit. Eyes on road, she struggled to keep up in the darkness. Time was ticking, she knew that. Every second was precious right now, and she couldn't risk even one. Not when he needed her and needed her now. This time, she had decided not to shut him out. Not again.

Nicole, I need your help.

His words rang through her head like an unending siren, a wailing sound. Her heart paced for him that very moment she watched him plead for her help, watched him crumble before her, watched him weaken upon her. Never had she helped someone, nor had she been helped, herself. She clearly wasn't thinking, let alone was she planning on doing anything that required 'help'. For she needed one herself, but got none instead.

Yet, she helped him.

Why? No idea.

Severally, she glanced at her phone in between her laps, in hope that this time, the caller ID that appeared would pick up her calls. But to no avail, it had gone straight to voicemail once again, like every other person she called before this one. "Fuck!" She screamed, throwing the device away before running her hand through those once smooth blonde hair, now roughened with her hand prints.

She glanced at him once again, finding it hard to keep her eyes on him and the road, both at the same time. On the other hand, he was close to becoming unconscious. She sucked in a breath he struggled with. They were both screwed. They knew.

Deep blue eyes- in comparison to hers- shut tightly closed, it held and withheld a lot from her. Dark curly hair- in comparison to that of brown cocoa, what she would love for her hands to feel and run through its softness, fell to the side of his head. Despite the swipes and wipes, the sweat that formed rapidly didn't seem to leave. The heat radiating off his body was so much, one would think it'd rub off on her. Perhaps.

His hands dug and dipped into the seats of his own car as he sat in the passenger's seat with her driving. You could feel every breath he struggled to breathe, resulting to her grip on the wheel tightening. His muscles flexed, creating new veins with the pains that ran through. It truly wasn't a sight to see, but she didn't mind. No. Never.

Obliviously, she'd do anything for him. She was just in denial.

"Nicklaus, please." She begged, for the first time in a long while. Two years, to be exact. Emotions ran through her eyes like wild fire, and words would never be enough to tell all of it. "Don't shut your eyes." Her facade was long gone, along with her pride, replaced with raw emotions and genuine words. Perhaps, it was only for tonight. Maybe. Maybe not.

You could never read her.

"I-i'm trying." He grunted, feeling a whole new level of pain shoot through him. He didn't want to shut his eyes, he was afraid of losing her to the darkness. For the first time, he thought about the consequences and thought about actually going through chemotherapy. But he couldn't.