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

Chapter 10 Broken And Diseased

*James*

"You're ok."  

It's the first thing I hear as I look around the room in confusion, Nate's British accent. I'm  sitting on the floor. Casey is checking my blood pressure. What the hell? Did I have another seizure?

"C'mon. I'll help you get changed." Nate offers and helps me up. It's not until I'm standing do I realize I lost control of my bladder in the middle of a- seizure which is common but still embarrassing as all hell. Especially since Julia isn't here to help me.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I grumble to myself in embarrassment. "I... did I.."

"You had a seizure, buddy. It was a quick one. You're ok."  Nate pats me on the shoulder. "C'mon, I'll help you get changed."  

Shit. I  had no idea. I didn't feel it happening at all. This makes number four. Casey doesn't seem concerned and the doctors all say the type of seizures I have are not harmful.  Just part of all the other shit going on in my brain. 

Nate walks me to my room and I pinch the tension at the bridge of my nose. I can't believe this is happening. I really wish Julia was here right now to help me. Nate can clearly see I'm embarrassed by the circumstances so he doesn't say anything about it. He rummages through my dresser for clean underwear and running shorts, knowing I can't dress myself completely.

Nate doesn't make me feel worse. He quickly helps me change. I'm relieved for that.

"Sorry." I mumble.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, mate." Nate picks up the dirty clothes for me and throws them in the hamper.

"Don't tell her ok? About the seizure or anything. She's just gonna wo- worry more." I stutter while thinking about Julia.

"Ok. I won't tell her but mini-Julia may regardless. But I won't bring it up. Are you worried about them?" 

"Not really. The doctor said it's all from the accident. I just can't control when they happen or any of this. And the fact that you just had to fucking dress me."

"That stuff doesn't bother me. I think it's payback from all the times I've gotten drunk and one of the blokes I was hanging out with had to dress me or get me showered after throwing up all over em." Nate laughs a little to try and make me feel better. "Anyway, as much as we are supposed to hate each other. I don't hate you. I'll always have your back and take care of you, pal."

"I don't hate you either. I just hate that you won." I admit. "But I'll never give up."

"I know you won't." Nate inhales and pats my knee before standing up. "Taco truck for lunch?"

He changes the topic like I need him to and we move away from the awkward conversation all together.

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*Trisha*

"Thanks for doing all this with me." I nudge Jonah as we wait in the long pharmacy line. "I just want to make sure we have everything we need."

"I get that. You seem nervous, Trish. Do you always get nervous before you guys go on tour?" He watches me swaying back and forth impatiently while waiting for all of Nate's prescriptions to be ready.

"Not at all. I'm just worried this time around. We are bringing a lot more people with us and there's a lot more stress that comes with-"

"Julia." He cuts me off and I look up at the tall dark man and nod. "It's ok to admit that. We're all nervous. But I think she will be ok. That's not all that's bothering you though, is it?"