Cameron's POV
I clutched the steering wheel as I drove as fast as i could. I just wanted to get away from him, as far as I could. I don't think I ever thought I'd end up hating Nash, I really didn't. But this was too far.
I do love him though but our relationship would never have worked out in the first place. It's like he's threatening me to stay in the relationship and I don't like that. I feel like if I even disagree with him on something he'll have a mini breakdown.
I quickly wiped the tears from my face. I should'nt have said what I did to Nash. I know it was uncalled for, but he just pushed me so far...
Fuck, I hope he's okay.
Who am I kidding here I know he's not okay. I quickly turn the car around. I received a lot of people honking their horns and screaming at me but I didn't care, I just needed to get home and make sure he was okay.
I could feel tears streaming down my face, fuck, I had a bad feeling.
I know that there is one thing that Nash hates more than anything, and that's cheaters. I don't know why I did what I did with Skye , it was just a casual thing, no feelings involved.
Although it did make me question my sexuality. I thought I was gay but I guess I was wrong. I am sexually attracted to Skye, I really am. And to be blatantly honest, I wouldn't mind dating her. She doesn't have any problems, she isn't bipolar and she understands that I have needs too.
The thing that scares me the most is that I care more about her than I do about Nash. And I know that's so wrong on so many levels.
Nash and I have history, and we have a lot of it.
I do care about him a lot, I just.... I just don't see this relationship ending well at all.
I quickly stopped the car and quickly got out. My heart had dropped and I was in panic mode.
I had a really bad feeling about this, a really really really bad feeling.
My bran quickly created many situations that could occur. He could have used again. I could be the reason that he started again, all because I over reacted due to seeing him with that stuff.
I think I used it as an excuse. I think I used that as an easy way to get out of this relationship. And I know how wrong I was.
I quickly unlocked our apartment door. I noticed that his keys were still on the kitchen counter.
Thank god.
He's still here. He's okay.
"Nash?" I called out. My voice was shaky. i know I needed to apologize and break up with him in the right way.
"Nash!" I called out again. The apartment was silent. I walked to our bedroom door. I stopped dead in my tracks.
No.
I rushed over to Nash's body that was sprawled out on top of the bed. I quickly jumped ontop of him. I shook him and I shook him and he didn't respond.
I started to feel panic run all over my body.
"NASH!" I screamed while grabbing him and shaking him. I took a deep breath and started walking away from the bed. I turned my head and looked in the bathroom. I quickly rushed over and saw the empty needle and vodka bottle.
Fuck.
I rushed back over to Nash, there were tears rushing from my eyes.
And that's when I noticed.
There was a small stream of snow white saliva coming from his mouth.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I took a deep breath and clutched on to hip as tight as I could.
"Nash please wake up please wake up please wake up please please please." I sobbed as I held onto him.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry i'm sorry." I mumbled as tears rushed out of my eyes at an incredible speed.
I started rocking his lifeless body back and fourth until the rational part of my brain kicked in. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed 999.
"999 What's your emergency?" The operator said.
I tried to calm myself down and talk but nothing was coming out. It took me a moment to gain my composure.
"My boyfriend is unconscious I think he overdosed please send help he doesn't have a pulse!" I screamed into the phone.
The lady mumbled something but i wasn't listening. I quickly shouted our address and hung up.
I threw my phone across the room and continued to cradle Nash, rocking him back and forward.
"Please Nash I love you I love you I love you I love you please don't leave me I need you I need you I need you. I'm sorry I'm sorry I just need you to wake up I just need you to be okay." I whispered as i cradled his body and kissed him all over his face.
Suddenly the door burst open and people scrambled into the apartment. Two men rolled in with a stretcher.
"Sir you will have to let go of him." One of the men said.
"NO!" I screamed as I cradled Nash and squeezed him tighter. I couldn't let go of Nash. What if this was the last time I'd ever get to hold him?
One of the men pulled me off Nash. I tried to hit and kick him but he was stronger than me. The other man lifted up Nash and put him on the stretcher.
"NASH!" I screamed out in a bunch of muffled sobs.
"Nash PLEASE!" I screamed as I fell onto the floor and rolled up in a foetal position.
"Sir, you can drive behind the ambulance if you'd like, or you can stay here. It's your choice." One of the men said in a thick British accent.
"I'll drive behind." I said as I got up. it was difficult for me to stand up straight, I was constantly shaking .
It felt as if a part of me was taken away, and it was all my fault.
"i don't think I am capable of driving." i said softly as I followed the men.
"Just jump in at the back okay?" One of the men said with a sympathetic smile.
The other man was attending to Nash, doing numerous things and running tests as I entered the back of the vehicle.
They shut the doors and the ambulance sped off.
I fell down onto the floor and began to rock myself back and fourth. He had to be okay, he had to be okay, he had to be okay.
"We have a patient coming up in the next 5 minutes or so. Heroin overdose. Heart is failing. Unresponsive, be ready." One of the men said into a device.
I felt myself begin to panic and panic.
The other man came over to me.
"Hey, it'll be okay. We will try our best to save your boyfriend." he said with a sympathetic smile.
I just threw myself back into a foetal position.
After a few minutes we arrived at the hospital and they rushed Nash in as a bunch of doctors were waiting.
I clumsily got out of the ambulance and started to run after Nash.
One of the doctors stopped me. "Sir you cannot go in there, it is restricted. You have to wait in the waiting room." he said while motioning to the bunch of chairs that were sprawled out in the lobby of the hospital.
"I NEED TO SEE HIM!" I screamed while trying to get past the doctor.
"Sir please, I will have to call security if you don't sit down." he said sternly.
I fell the floor once again and began to sob.
This is all my fault.
"Hey, come have a seat." A voice said. I looked up and a young lady was standing over me.
"Come on." she said while pulling me up. I pulled away from her grasp.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My name's Zoe, and my dad is in for surgery, and you look like you need somebody right now." she said with a sympathetic smile.
I let out a shaky breath and nodded as she led me to the seats.
I slowly sat down and began sobbing again.
Zoe rubbed circles on my back and tried to comfort me, it didn't work very well though.
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After two hours of agonizing waiting, the doctor finally came walking in.
My heart was going ten million miles a minute.
"Nash grier?" The doctor asked with a sigh while looking at his clip board.
I immediatly stood up and rushed over to the doctor.
The doctor paused.
"IS HE OKAY?" I yelled, starteing the doctor.
The doctor look a deep breath, and then I already knew the answer.
"I'm sorry, but he didn't make it."