Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 3 You Need To Calm Down

Once a few guards are able to contain Cara and get her out of this room and into her own, Nate goes down for x-rays. Jonah follows, leaving  me and Paul in the triage room to wait.

I bite the inside of my cheek nervously and look around the room. Paul pulls a chair over to sit next to me and takes my hand. Paul isn't the most cuddly of people but when we are alone together he is a completely different person. No longer a Bodyguard but a real living, breathing human with emotions. Not many people get to witness this side of Paul and I'm glad he lets me in.

"You good, Banks?" He squeezes my hand a little and I drop the side of my head to lean on his shoulder.

" It's one thing after another with his health lately. Scares the fuck outta me." I admit and feel Paul inhale sharply and then kiss the top of my head. It's sweet. It's Paul. The real Paul. But it almost makes me wonder if he still has feelings for me when he acts like this. We agreed compatibility just wasn't there. We are great in bed but boring as hell outside those walls. But moments like these, when Paul takes care of me, are moments when I wonder what's going through his head.

And while Paul is comforting me my mind is on James, wondering what's going on back at the apartment. If Julia is freaking out. If James is ok. 

I find myself thinking about James way more than I should be.

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*James*

"What the hell is happening tonight!" Casey's eyes widen when she reads a text that comes in.

For once I was the one who was able to calm Julia down. I never want to have to be in this situation again. I realize if I ever want to be with Julia and take care of her I need to grow a backbone. Watching her freak out like that made me freeze up. I wanted to run out of the room and close the door behind me. I hate seeing Julia struggle like this.

Now all eyes are on Casey as we sit in the living room and watch her read incoming text messages from Jonah.

"That was a bad one, sweetie. I've never seen it that bad." I push Julia's hair away from her face.

"I've never felt it like that before." Julia admits aking me think this new medicine may not be the right choice.

"Nate seems stable. His blood pressure is high but that's to be expected. Apparently his sister is also in the ER." Casey explains, trying to downplay it. "I guess Jeremy is with her. She had an episode and was out of control." She pauses and looks down at the new text that just popped up. "Oh good. Nate's EKG is normal."

Both me and Julia let out a sigh of relief.

"Cara.." Casey goes on. "Apparently she hit her head on the corner of her nightstand fighting with a doctor. They think she needs stitches."

"Fight- fighting with a doctor?" I stutter and glance over to Julia.

"What if...." Julia begins to spiral out again. "What if she was fighting OFF a doctor!?"

"Hey, we don't know details yet ok? Don't jump to conclusions." I remind Julia we can't jump to worst case scenarios here. I know what she is thinking. Jeremy.

Casey continues her pacing.

"Nate's going in for a chest X-ray now. They are doing all the right things, Julia."

That's all we can count on. Nate is in good hands. I have to believe that

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*Trisha*

These are the moments I wish James could use a phone. His hands have trouble coordinating so it's nearly impossible right now. But I could really use him as a friend.

 After Nate's x-ray the nurse gave him something for his nerves and he is now sleeping. Paul is outside the door trying to get more information on Cara and I'm sitting here with a racing mind.

What if they find something more wrong with Nate's heart? I cant stand to think of losing him. He just turned 31. He's too young. I need him. I love him. Jesus Christ I was about to have his baby!

 I can feel myself getting emotional so I rummage through my purse for my bottle of anxiety meds. I take one Ativan out and dissolve it under my tongue. I don't take them often at all but when I do it's because I really need it. Usually it's work related stress but not tonight. 

Tonight is life or death related stress.

"You good in here?" Paul comes back in and closes the door behind him. He can tell I'm about to lose it so sits right next to me again and wraps his big bodyguard arms around me. Paul never says much. He doesn't have to. His actions speak louder than his words.

I bury my face in his chest and cry and Paul holds me. He lets me cry and says nothing just like I need him too. I don't cry often but when I do it's warranted. Not like Julia who cries at the drop of a dime. And when I cry it is for a short amount of time. I can pull myself together fairly quickly and do so tonight.

"What did they say regarding Cara?" I ask, lifting my head off Paul's chest.

"Not much. She was in the middle of one of her Bipolar episodes over something stupid. Smacked her head on the corner of a dresser and needed two stitches. She's already waiting on paperwork to be discharged. Donovan is with her."

"Think he had anything to do with it?" Paul knows exactly what I mean. Did Jeremy do something to provoke Cara into her episode. But she's not quite like Julia. Sometimes Cara doesn't need anything provoking her. It just happens. Julia needs something to happen. She doesn't just spiral out of control for no reason. She has an episode because of something that has happened to her. A trigger.

"I'm not sure. I don't think so but I'm sure Nate will get it out of her next time he sees her."

"Did they say anything about Nate while you were out there??"

Paul shakes his head. It's the waiting game now. Waiting for a doctor to read the X-rays. Waiting for someone to come in and explain everything to us. I'm glad they gave Nate something and he is able to sleep. Also glad he isn't coughing in his sleep. All I can do is hope it was something minor. A little bump in the road. That's it.

It's all any of us can hope for.