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

Chapter 106 & 107 Secrets/ Every Breath You Take

*Trisha*

[ Well look who the cat dragged in]

I smirk as Paul walks in. He sits down on one of the chairs and gives Nate a slight wave.

"How you feeling?" He mumbles like he always does.

"Save it." I roll my eyes. "He knows."

Paul's eyes widen. He never talks about his personal life so hearing that I spilled the beans to Nate was a shock to him.

"Sorry," I sit next to him and take his hand. "He knows I can't lie for shit."

[How's Julia] 

Paul shifts in his seat awkwardly. Something he doesn't usually do.

"She's fine now." He huffs and folds his hands behind his head, leaning back against the wall. "James is with her and she's busy helping Maloney with detox."

Nate nods.

"Trevor is going to keep Jeremy away for a few days. I can't believe it was him, boss."

Nate begins another coughing fit, and all his alarms on the machine go off.

"You ok?" Jonah bangs on all the buttons, shutting each alarm off individually.

[ I fucking coughed. That's all I did. It gonna do that every time I fart now too because I've done that like a hundred times already.]

"Eww Nate." I make a face. "You're so gross."

"That cough really doesn't sound good. I'm going to see if we can up your nebulizer treatments." Jonah is concerned which now makes me more concerned.

"What the hell are nebulizer treatments?" Paul raises a brow.

"Breathing treatments to help open up his airways so he can breathe better. My mom had to have them often whenever she got pneumonia." I frown.

[ You guys don't have to stay here you know. You'll see enough of me when I'm back on my feet. Go do something together. Just no fucking in my bed ... or my shower... or in my living room. No fucking in my apartment.]

Nate laughs at himself while scribbling on the white board and then holds up what he wants to say, gaining eyerolls from both me and Paul. Little did he know we had our way right in his kitchen. 

Jonah comes in with a blue machine the size of a toaster, with new tubing and a few vials of medicine.

"We're gonna keep at this round the clock, ok? I'll stay and make sure you get your treatments every 3-4 hours. Just for a little while." Jonah explains.

"Well, while you are doing that, I need to tell you how my meeting went with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum before I leave." I move my chair a little closer and Paul begins scrolling on his phone to keep busy.

Jonah hooks Nate up with the nebulizer and I wait till he is ready before I tell him about my meeting earlier. I tell him everything. How Richard talked down to me. And when I'm done, I stand up, ready to leave.

"Anyways, I didn't sign anything and nothing is changing right now, ok? I don't want you to worry about him.... I want you to get rid of him." I sigh right as the door swings open.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Nate uses his voice, but no one reprimands him. He sits up and glares as Jeremy Donovan walks into his hospital suite. Paul stands up now in full bodyguard mode and Jonah shuts down the nebulizer to do another time.

"I need to explain myself." Jeremy announces.

"You need to leave." Nate sneers and this time Jonah taps on the white board and shakes his head.