"Isabella, Isabella."
I opened my eye's. A nurse, Matt and my mother were peering down at me.
Oh god had I fainted?
"You need to see a doctor sweety." The nurse said.
I shook my head. I just needed to see Nanna.
"What happened Izzy, what happened to you?" Matt asked softly.
I ignored him and sat up, my head started spinning again.
"Slowly." The nurse told me.
I looked around the room. Cara and my father were glaring at me. They would be blaming me for making a scene.
"I want to see Nanna." I whispered, looking at the nurse.
"Okay, but let's get you up slowly."
She grabbed my arm and Matt grabbed my other. I tried to shake him off, I didn't want him touching me.
"Bella please. I'm trying to help." He said.
Help, yeah he was a great help.
I let him and the nurse help me to my feet.
"You okay?" He asked quietly.
NO I WAS NOT OKAY AND IT WAS HIS FAULT AND HERE HE WAS DOING IT AGAIN I WAS GOING TO GET IN TROUBLE AGAIN.
"I'll take her in." The nurse told my mother.
She led me out into the corridor and towards a room.
"We'll come in with you." She told me.
We'll? I glanced behind me. Fuck Matt had followed me. Did he have any idea what he was doing?
"Not you." I told him.
"Yes me." He said grabbing my hand.
I wished he'd go back to Cara.
The nurse opened the door to the room and there was Nanna, laying on a bed, hooked up to a million machines. She looked so small, she looked so old.
I sobbed loudly, I really didn't mean to.
"Grab that chair." The nurse directed Matt.
He pulled a chair over to the bed and I sat in it, looking at Nan.
I sobbed again. If Nanna died I would have nobody, absolutely nobody.
"Izzy." Matt whispered, squatting down next to me and putting his arm around me.
"I'll give you some time." The nurse said leaving.
Give me some time? Time for what?
I reached over and took Nanna's hand, it was so cold and lifeless.
"Please don't die." I whispered. "Please don't leave me on my own."
"Izzy, your not on your own." Matt murmured.
I looked at him, shaking his arm off me.
"Go back to Cara." I cried. "Please."
He looked at me and stood up. Good, he was leaving, only he wasn't. He grabbed another chair, pulling it over next to mine.
"God Izzy." He whispered, pulling me into his arms. "No."
I buried my face in his chest and cried and cried and cried. I didn't think I would ever stop.
