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

Chapter 106 & 107 Secrets/ Every Breath You Take

"I don't want anyone seeing me like this." She whimpers.

"I don't want anyone seeing me like this either. But here I am. A disabled fuck." I joke and get Cara to look at me with a slight smile. She really is a mini-Nate Hollan. Everything about her from her eyes to her smile, her British accent to her witty sarcasm.

"I wanted to ask you if it was ok to pray for you." I watch Cara's face change to a confused look.

"Me? Why would you want to waste a prayer on me." She huffs.

"You deserve to get better and feel peace. Nothing is being wasted. You're worth it, Cara."

"Yeah, tell that to my brother. Maybe if he visited me once in a while I wouldn't be in such rough shape."

She doesn't know.

"Um." I pause, unsure if I should be the one to tell her. "Nate can't come visit you right now."

"What's his excuse now? Traveling around the world again?"

"Cara. He was admitted into the hospital the other day. I-I thought you knew."

"What?!" Her eyes widen and water up quickly.

"He's ok. He has pneumonia. Had to go by rescue though because he was too weak to get to the hospital. You know how he is.

"Stubborn." We both say at the same time and both chuckle.

"I can give you updates whenever we hear from someone though." I squeeze Cara's hand a little and she nods.

"You can pray for me. I don't think I have had anyone pray for me before." She admits.

"I have a feeling your brother wasn't used to it either when I first prayed over him."

"You prayed for Nate? And he let you??" She sounds rather surprised by this.

"He was in a pretty bad situation...well... I guess so are you right now."

She nods again and a tear falls down her cheek. She closes her eyes and listens to me. I hold her hand the entire time and pray out loud so she can hear me. Sometimes I pray in my head, but she needs to hear this. Because she IS worth it.

I pray to God to heal her from her addiction. I also pray over her mental state and for complete peace for her. She deserves to feel some peace in that little body of hers. I also pray for her mother. That she makes better choices, repents, and makes amends with her children. I pray God will show her how to be the mother her daughter so desperately needs as her son. I don't know where I'd be without my mom. We are very close. Even now...Even when she's not all there. The girls still put her on the phone so I can talk to her. I need help holding the phone of course, but hearing my mom's voice always helps me get through tough times. So, I pray for that kind of relationship between Nate, Cara and their mom.

By the end, Cara is a whimpering mess which makes me know my prayer is working within her already.

"You really believe I can heal from all this?" A flicker of hope sparks in her eyes when I nod.

"I really do."

"Can I ask you to do one more thing for me?"

"Of course."

"Can you wipe my eyes and nose?" She smirks. Her tears have made her a mess. Unfortunately, my coordination can't grasp a tissue even on a good day, so I have to call out for Trevor's help.

"Sorry...my hands don't work very well." I frown and watch Trevor easily pluck a few tissues out and wipe Cara's tears for her.

"Thanks for visiting me, James."