Chapter 11: I Would Think So
Nina’s POV
“Ughh,” I let out a moan and slowly opened my eyes. The light streaming from the window and the hushed voices around me woke me up from my peaceful sleep. I ignored the whispers and felt around my soft bed. Sleep was calling me and I decided to listen to the calling. I closed my eyes again before a comforting voice rang in my ears.
“Baby?” My mom hushed, grasping my hand and entwining our fingers. I blinked once more and looked around at all the peering faces around me. Everyone was here, and I meant everyone. My parents, my siblings, Dylan and his family, all his friends, the Top 4, the Trio, and the Quad were all surrounding my bed. I was in my room, tucked under the covers with my bear who was hidden. “How are you feeling?”
“Like someone ran me over with a truck,” I croaked, my hand massaging my temples trying to lessen the electrifying pain shooting through my head. “What happened?”
“Dylan took you to the movies last night and when you guys came out after it finished, you fell off the curb hitting your head. You fainted immediately and Dylan, here, took you to the hospital. You have a concussion, honey.” She explained, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. I locked eyes with Dylan with a confused expression and he widened his eyes, shaking his head no. I remembered everything that happened the night before. From following him to the gym, the video I have on my phone, Jake taking me to get Dylan to forfeit, me kneeing him, and Jake throwing me to the floor. I guess he didn’t tell them that, I mean how could he? Unless he wanted his secret to get out. I looked at him once more and did a double take just to really take in how he looked. His hair was a mess, his clothes weren’t changed from last night, there were bags under his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks were red and puffy. All I wanted to do at that moment, was run over and throw myself at him. Hug him until I could make him smile again. Was he really upset over me? He couldn’t be…
“How long I have been out? And how bad is the concussion?” I spoke in a hushed voice, reaching out my free hand for my dad.
“Just a night, it’s Eight o’clock in the morning, munchkin. And pretty bad, you will be out of school for at least a week.” My dad answered, grabbing ahold of my outstretched hand.
“Awww, you all woke up early to come see me?!” I cooed, looking around at all my friends in the room with a broad smile making its way onto my face.
“Of course, Nina. We got here as soon as we could,” Nicole smiled, and that’s when I noticed she was latched onto Ryder’s arm, almost as if she was scared. Wait, she was scared, because of me! Amber was in the hold of Jack, his arm hung tightly around her waist, and her expression was full of sorrow, because of me. My parents were home from a day of work, where they could be saving people’s lives, because of me. Dylan was a mess, because of me. A pang of guilt hit my heart and a frown etched onto my face. I was the reason why all these people were up early on a Sunday morning, why they all had scared or remorseful expressions painted on their faces.
“I’m sorry everyone,” I pouted involuntarily and looked at my bed covers, avoiding the gaze of everyone’s eyes.
“Aww Nina! Don’t be sorry!” “No are you silly?!” All chorused throughout the room until I let out a little giggle.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” I smiled gratefully at all the caring people who were crowded in my room. I couldn’t express my thankfulness for such great friends like mine. Mary waltzed into our room with a cart full of breakfast. Where did the hell she get that? Only God would know.
It had three metal shelves, the first shelf was covered in my favorite; blueberry muffins with fruit on each plate, the second shelf was full of pancakes, eggs, French-toast, sausage, and bacon, the third shelf had all the drinks from orange juice to milk, and stack full of cups. Everyone’s jaw dropped, including my own and our eyes were bugging out of our heads at the smell. It smelt like Heaven on Earth full of delicious foods.

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