How to be

Nicholas Thompson's POV.

The words 'she is critical' echoed my head for the past hour and I hadn't even herd from her.

My hands trembled and head hurt. I asked on the front counter for like the twentieth thousands of times how was she but they didn't respond.

I've decided that I needed some food so I went to the cafeteria And got a coffee.

After a few hours a nurse called me and I literally ran to her. "Is she okay? Please tell me she is okay?" I said holding my hands praying to God that my Chloe is okay, safe and sound.
"I'm sorry I can't discuss that with you here, she is not my patient and I'm a Doctor to be so I'm not aloud to discuss medical information of how she is doing. Or may I say patient 236 Chloe Morga-" I cut her off "okay you! Doctor to be. I'm not asking what the doctor did or what happened exactly to her, that's the doctor's job! I'm f*cking asking if she is okay. I'm asking if she is stable! I've been here for 3 hours and not even a soul has talked to me, I have only had a coffee and I have a really big headache that half of the reason I have it is you so could you please be less a b*tch and tell me is she okay or you don't even know how to speak ?"

She looked at me astonished "She is stable. The doctor wants to see you now." That's all she said and I walked to what looked his office.

"Nicholas Thompson?" A really husky voice appeared breaking the big silence on the room.

"Yes?" I looked around and searched for the voice.

"Family of Chloe?" His voice somehow scared the hel l out of me. And soon I found him.

I took a deep breath. "Been friends with her for a really long time, She kind of is my sister. She is family".

He smiled politely and wrote something down.

"How she is doing?" I asked my hands shaking again.

"She will be fine, her recovery depends on her. She has to be positive about all, stress is not helpful at all, and now with her condition can be worst." All I could hear was 'she will be fine... Condition' that was all

Happiness hit me so hard I hugged the doctor.

"What condition?" I asked still not letting him go.

"She has been.. Are you sure you are the only family she has?" He asked and I replied with a 'yes' letting him go and looking at him serious my heart beating faster and faster every second.

Knowing I wasn't the only family she has. She has family.. She has her sister and her brother. But I couldn't think straight and I already told the doctor she didn't had any other family than me, even if I'm not blood to blood family but for her i am family. Well at least I know I consider her family. She is my sister.

"She has been raped. She needs to stay here for a few days and soon hopefully she can go home and live a normal life." My ass! She is not going to live a normal life! How can she? She was fucking raped.

I listened myself on my head and I realized I had forgotten she had been abused sexually by a sick freak. My eyes watered but I managed to clear them out before they even get the chance to appear on my cheeks.

I cleared my throat as I demanded to see her.

"Let's talk about her condition later. I want to see her. " I said and he tried to tell me but I couldn't listen right now. Not now. I just need to focus on her. She needs to feel safe and protected.

"Please you need to hear me out, she could be pr-" "Not now doctor. I need to see her." He sighed in disappointment, somehow he was tense and he needed to get his words out of his head and delivered them to me but I can't waste any time, I need to be there when she wakes up.

"Okay, room 236 second floor." He said and I slowly walked out of his office and as soon as that door closed I ran upstairs not wanting to take the elevator because is too slow.

After a few seconds I was on the hall of the second floor searching for room 236.

"236 236 236" I kept repeating until I saw the room. I couldn't feel my legs but why? Why am I so nervous? The doctor told me she is fine.

I walked in to see my little Chloe all bruised and shaking.

I walked to her immediately taking off my black jacket and covering her on it. Since she is little the jacket almost completely covered her.

I could see how she was in discomfort and in pain. I've never seen her like this. NEVER.

"Chloe?" She slowly opened her beautiful hazel eyes and tracked the room in search for my figure.

"I'm here love." I said getting closer.

She slowly took my hand in hers and closed her eyes. I sat in the seat next to the bed and hold her tiny cold bruised hand. I could see how the mans hands where marked all over her body. I could see the spots in her skin where was blood trapped. I could see how she squinted and jumped when I touched her injured body.

I was so scared of even holding her hand.

I know she is a throng woman and she likes to play strong but I know at this point she isn't.

I don't want to let go off her hand because I want her to know that I'm here with her and that I'm not going anywhere.

"Nicholas Thompson? Please come with us" a really masculine voice broke the spacious silence on the room.

"Why is that officer?" I looked at him and then at Chloe not wanting to let go.

"I'm not telling you again. Come with us?" He almost screamed at me and I got scared but at the same time mad because he doesn't have to treat me like that.

I slowly let go off her hand and I closed my hands hardly making me groan mentally because of the pain.

I walked out "what? What the hell do you want?" I said and he pushed me to the wall and the other officer put some handcuffs on my hands.

"You are under arrest for current rape of Chloe Morg-"

"What the hell is wrong with you two? You have no idea what are you talking! Let me go! Let me go!"