I followed the nurse down the long hallway. Hospitals gave me the creeps. Every step I took the more my heart started to beat faster. I didn’t want to see Nick if he was in pain, hooked up to a million machines. No, I wouldn’t want to see him like that. What if he was still mad and he never wanted to speak to me again? When we reached the doorway I managed to ask a question before all my tears came pouring out.
“W-What, h-happened to him?” I asked.
“Well, it seems his blood sugar was too low and he wasn’t getting enough sleep. He wasn’t eating correctly either. It was as if he were depressed, too.” My heart didn’t start to beat faster, my heart literally dropped. He was depressed? This was all my fault. He was depressed because of me? He was up late at night thinking about me? Just because we got into a stupid fight? Why did I leave? We could of solved it all! This couldn’t be happening. This was all my fault.