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

Chapter 66 Breathe

I feel a bit useless here as I sit with Evan in the small room.

"You think it was a heart attack?" Evan looks at me with concern.

"I don't think so. They wouldn't have told Trisha he was fine if it was another heart attack. Probably more of a panic attack I bet."

"Mila Giovanni got his heart rate going." Evan shakes his head, and I smirk at the man trying to make light of the situation.

"I mean, look at her." I laugh.

"You don't think he drank, do you? I didn't see him drink anything."  The kid asks, more seriously now.

"No. I don't think so. But I'm sure they will do a tox screen on him and find out for sure." I say as the door swings open. Paul comes in and shakes his head.

"It's a fucking zoo out there now." The bodyguard huffs. "Hey Gallo. You good? Do you need anything?"

"Nope." I answer, grateful for our village of people that know me. It was the first thing Paul did. Make sure I'm ok.

"Do you guys know anything yet?" He sits down on the other side of Evan and we both shake our head.

"God, Julia is going to be a mess when she finds out." I say.

"She already knows. I was with her." Paul keeps his eyes down on his phone, but he can feel my eyes on him.

"You were with Julia??"

"Yep."

I stare at the man until he finally looks up and his shoulders drop.

 "Listen, I didn't want her to spend New Year's Eve alone, ok? That's all it was. I brought her dinner, and we watched the ball drop on my phone. That's how she found out about Hollan. It's already all over the news. She'll be fine."

I believe Paul. I don't believe it was anything more than just him feeling bad for her. But I also feel guilty now. I should have made the effort to be with Julia tonight. I should have at least had someone bring me there at some point today. I was too busy being depressed and feeling sorry for myself. New Year's resolution. Stop doing that shit. No more being depressed. No more feeling sorry for myself. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't bring Carter back, that's for sure.

"Paul..." Max, another one of Nate's bodyguards, stands in the doorway. "We're going to need more security. Word got out fast and more reporters and fans are showing up here."

"Shit. Ok." Paul grabs his phone and leaves the room with Max.

It's going to be a hell of a long night. What a way to bring in the New Year.

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*Trisha*

I don't know which anxiety med they gave Nate but it knocked him out for a little while. I sit in the small room and watch the numbers fluctuate on the monitor. They tore Nate's shirt right down the middle in order to get an emergency EKG reading and he has sticky pads all over his chest and stomach with wires going to the machine to monitor him.

He starts to stir and then opens his eyes.

"You're ok, Playboy."  I squeeze his hand that I have held since the moment I sat down next to him.

Dr. Aruda has to get through a set of bodyguards before he's able to get into the room.

"Mr. Hollan. What a way to bring in the New Year. And quite the fanbase you have outside the hospital. I'm Dr. Gregory Aruda."

"What happened?" Nate asks. I prop his pillow so he can sit up a little and grab the water the nurse left for him, putting the straw to his lips.

"Well, sir. It looks like two things happened at once. Were you in a stressful situation by any chance? Maybe uncomfortable being at the party or feeling overwhelmed in any way?"