You're the reason that I'm singing{A Nick Jonas Story}
Chapter 7 : You're the reason that I'm singing{A Nick Jonas Story}[Part 7]
"Standing in front of you was the most gorgeous curly-haired boy you had ever seen in your life! "Hi, My name's Nick, I live just across the street with my family"
(I apologise for any swearing, this is all hypothetcal, none of this is based on fact and is all based on my ideas, I do not know the Jonas brothers or anything about where they live(I am aware they don't live where I say they do), or thier personalities, if any facts are innacurate, please ignore them.)
"Ixi! Ixi please wake up. Please wake up Ixi." Nick cried desperately as he clutched your limp body in his arms. "Call an ambulance! Now Kate, now!" He screamed at the female figure in the doorway. "Please don't be dead Ixi, you can't be dead." Nick checked your pulse as he looked at your chest to see your breathing becoming more and more shallow. Your pulse was fading fast and your shirt was covered in blood, a necklace was strewn in a corner and deep purple bruising was already beginning to form around your neck. The beaded pattern from your necklace was now transferred, like a stamp onto your throat. Nick was clutching you in his arms and crying at the girl, 'Kate', now on a cell phone desperately trying to convey her message as to what your address was. You began to stop breathing and your heart slowed to barley more than a crawl. Nick gently set you down and furiously began to perform CPR on you. You weren't coming back and he knew it. The paramedics ran through the door to see the scene of horror that you were now that main attraction in. They put you on a stretcher and told Nick he couldn't ride with you because they had to work fast. He looked at your face with agony written on in the depths of his eyes just before saying "I promise you wont die, Ixi, you can't. You can't leave this as the last memory of you in my head. I promise." Nick sighed and grabbed your hand for one last lingering moment before the paramedics put you into the ambulance. The last glimpse he saw of you before they drove away was with a breathing tube in your throat, an IV in your arm and two paddles being placed over your heart. He really had broken it, because now, as they drove away, it stopped beating.
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