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

Chapter 10 Broken And Diseased

"Wow. You're good."

"Jonah's packing up all your meds now, old man." I watch Nate nod and close his eyes. Is that motherfucker kidding me right now? I look  and notice he's got a semi going on.

"Nate, what the hell were you dreaming about?" I raise my eyebrows at Nate when he sighs and opens his eyes.

"Why??"

"Cuz you've got a fucking hard on right now." I laugh.  He ignores me, puts his hands behind his head, proudly showing off without a care in the world and closes his eyes again. 

"Wouldn't you like to know. Stop looking at my crotch unless you're gonna do something about it." He says with his eyes still closed. Is that a challenge? Because he knows I will play the game. I press my hand on his lap and feel his hard on. Nate doesn't even flinch. He opens one eye and smirks at me.

"Playing with fire, Banks."

"Am I?"

"I'm taken, remember? Go find James or someone." 

"You're not technically taken. There's no ring on your finger yet." I pause, still feeling his length grow against my hand. Christ, I could go for a little Nate Hollan right about now. "And you don't really think James is gonna keep his hands off Julia in the confined living quarters on tour. Hell didn't you invite him to stay in your hotel room??"

"He's nervous about being alone. And for good reason. He had another seizure this morning." Nate pushes my hand off him and sits up. James had a seizure? I feel my heart begin to pound a little faster now. 

"He did??"I stare ahead counting what we're at now. "Fourth one now."

"Yeah. He may always have them. It takes awhile for the seizure medications to get into his system."

"Poor James..." I slouch down and fold my arms over my chest. James doesn't deserve any of this. I hate hearing that he had another seizure just as much as I hate seeing him struggle with things the way he does. Yet James remains happy and positive on the outside regardless. It's an amazing quality he has that draws people in to love him the way they do.

"You care about him." 

"Of course I do. He's James. We all care about him. Hell, even you Playboy."

"Should we be nervous?"

"I don't think so. You're bringing half the fucking town with you on tour. There's enough people to make sure he's never alone. We've all been trained on what to do as well. Did you know what to do this morning?" I ask.

"Yeah. Maggie alerted me and I lowered James to the ground before he could fall."

"Maggie will be good to have around. I already packed your new allergy meds but she doesn't seem to bother you too much." I also did some other things to  make sure  not only Nate will be all set, but Maggie as well. I will tell James soon. But now I need to ask the question on my mind. "Did you have to change him or did Casey?"

"What?!" 

"You don't remember when my mom was having seizures towards the end? They sometimes.. you know...lose all functions..." I remind Nate.

"I helped him."

I gaze at Nate for a moment too long. He helped James. Nate did. Was he at least nice about it?

"You didn't make him feel bad did you?? He can't control-"

"Of course I didn't make him feel bad!! Am I that mean? Really?" He glares at me.

"You really do care about him, huh? That's a turn on. You... and that big ol broken heart of yours."

"What. Caring for the bloke in love with my girlfriend? Yeah. Real turn on."