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

Chapter 27 Berlin

"We need more security." I hear someone say in passing.

"I'm so sorry." It's the only thing I know how to say.

"Leave Trisha." I don't even recognize the voice that came out of Nate, and it startles me. Paul lifts his head and furrows his brows at him.

"Nate..." I try again, but he spins around to look me dead in the eyes.

"Find something to do." He growls, and I nod frantically, ready to burst into a sobbing mess. Paul stands up now and brushes past Nate in anger, taking me into another room.

"I didn't mean for this to happen!" I wail into my hands once Paul closes the door to a small vacant waiting room. 

"Nobody did. This is NOT your fault. Don't listen to Hollan." Paul grabs me hard and holds me tight. I have a feeling whatever happened was traumatizing for them both. I have no idea what happened other than she got into my purse and got hold of my pills.

The bodyguard lets me cry in his arms for a while. Nate doesn't leave Julia's room.  I spend an hour fixing everything for the night. Talking to Leslie, Elliott, and getting more bodyguards situated here. I'm exhausted, and I should be. This is most definitely all my fault. I don't care what Paul says.

Once I'm done, Jonah comes in.

"Casey and James are on their way now." He says and looks at me with sympathy. Then..... he tells me what happened. Paul had to leave the room. He couldn't bear to hear it after going through it.

"Oh my GOD!" I cry out, now pacing like Nate would while Jonah fills me in.

"That's why she was in restraints. She had to be awake for it. Even people who are as calm as can be have to be restrained for this procedure. But she was anything but calm, obviously. I wanted you to know the details before James and Casey come here. Casey knows exactly what a Gastric lavage procedure is. It was one of the things we were taught in nursing school, and if I recall, we both had to administer it a few times to college kids who came in with alcohol poisoning. But listen. I don't want to go into detail with James. The stress isn't going to do him any good. Julia is gonna be fine." Jonah continues, and I know what he is saying. James doesn't need to know these details of what a stomach-pumping procedure entails. It's done. Over with. 

I can't believe this is really happening.

*James*

Casey is downplaying it, but I can tell she is really concerned. She holds on to Maggie's leash tight as I follow her speedwalking to Julia's room.  No one questions us bringing the dog here, but both Trisha and Casey have copies of her medical dog certificate, so no one will say anything.

The door to Julia's room is closed, and the nurse also shows us where the small waiting room is. Casey can't seem to muster up the will to go into Julia's room, so she b-lines it to the waiting room where Paul, Trisha, and Jonah are. Apparently, Casey knows exactly what a Gastric lavage procedure is, and apparently, it isn't pleasant, but I'm sure they knocked Julia out, so she probably doesn't remember a thing. It's just Nate and Julia in the room when the nurse opens the door.

Julia is asleep. Nate is sitting next to her, crying while holding her hand. Her lips are tinted grey, and there is a cup with a straw hanging out of it. The substance inside is something black. What the hell is that?!

 I don't know what to say. I'm in a bit of shock, I think. Seeing her like this... Seeing Nate like this... It's a lot. I sit on the chair next to the bed opposite Nate and then notice the restraints dangling from her bed. I furrow my brows and look over at Nate.