She looked surprised by that, although he didn�t know why, girls are so dumb he thought,
�Come on, let�s go.� She stood up and got dressed quickly, she walked over to him and tried to kiss him and he turned,
�Let�s go.� She followed him out of the room and Craig stood there with his keys in his hands and looked over at her,
�You ready?� She nodded and looked over at Nick as he sat on the couch and turned the television on,
�You�re not coming?� He didn�t bother to look at her,
�No.� Craig felt bad for her, why girls allow themselves to be treated liked this by men he didn�t know, although he wasn�t a saint himself. He could see she was nervous as she looked over at him,
�It�s ok, I�ll take you where you need to go.� Nick looked over at her, annoyed with her now, he didn�t give a damn how old she was at this point,
�You left the club with two guys, it�s a little late to be scared now ain�t it?� Now I see why men use call girls, none of the bullshit to worry about. Just the sex when they wanted it, he�d have to try it. He closed his eyes and sighed when the door closed behind them. What the fuck, he thought; I just slept with a kid. They�re going to come and arrest me any day now. He became angry and threw the glass he was drinking from on the wall and it shattered into pieces. He looked down at his reflection in this glass coffee table. Drunk and fucked up, that�s exactly what he was at that moment. Clubs every night, hanging with his friends, that�s all his life was right now, partying. He slammed his fist through the glass and regretted the moment he did it. He screamed out in pain and went to get a towel from the bathroom. He sat back down on the couch with his hand wrapped loosely around his hand. He didn�t bother to even look at it; he just opened another beer and began to drink.
Craig walked through the door and ran over to Nick, who was passed out on the couch.
�I�m going to kick your ass,� he mumbled as he picked up the can of beer that had slipped from Nick�s hand. He wasn�t even going to bother with cleaning up the glass. Nick would feel guilty in the morning and take care of it anyway. He looked over and saw there was a bloody towel over Nick�s hand. Must have hurt like a bitch, he thought, good he deserves it. He went to put it in the sink and noticed blood was still running from Nick�s hand. Actually he was cut halfway up his forearm. The cuts that were still bleeding looked pretty bad. He shook Nick,
�Nick, wake up man, you�re going to the hospital.� Nick didn�t respond at all and he continued to shake him. This was not what he had in mind when he got back home. He continued to shake him and as he began to stir he began to talk,
�Shayna, I�m sorry.� Craig shook his head, here comes the pathetic whining �I feel sorry for myself shit�; got to love alcohol he laughed.
�I didn�t mean it. I was a jerk�I�m sorry baby.� Craig was definitely going to let Nick have it when he sobered up,
�Come on Nick, get up.� He pulled him to his feet and they struggled to the car.
As Nick sat in a chair, Craig filled out the information sheet. Nick was of little help and all he got out of him was his social security number and he wasn't even sure if that was right. Luckily, they gave them a private room when they first got there; Craig didn�t want anyone seeing Nick like this. He reached for Nick�s wallet, tired of getting unintelligible responses when he asked a question, and realized he didn�t have his wallet. Great he thought, even without an insurance card he could have just paid with a credit card and get reimbursed by his insurance company. Nick�s wallet had to be at his place but he really wanted Nick�s insurance card. He sighed and left Nick to make a phone call.
Shayna paused the movie and looked at the clock as the phone rang, it was two am,
�Who the fuck is calling at two in the morning?� She shook her head and went back to watching her movie. She went to take a sip of her drink and realized she was out, when did that happen she thought, as she stood up to refill her glass the phone rang again; fine, you win,
�Better be important.�
�Hey Shay its Craig, I�m at the hospital with Nick-� Her stomach dropped and she thought she was going to throw up,
�What? Is he ok? What happened? What hospital?� What the hell happened she thought, the love all rushed back, she didn�t care about the fights, the anger was gone. She just needed for him to be ok.
�He�s ok, he was drunk and smashed his hand through my glass table. I just need you to bring his insurance card.� What, she thought. I�m supposed to leave the house at two in the morning because he was a dumbfuck and smashed a glass table? Hell no! Her voice was considerably louder and cold,
�Craig, nothing against you, but I don�t give a damn. Let him pay for it with his credit card.�
�He doesn�t have his wallet with him.� She sighed,
�Well, he�s fucking Nick Carter isn�t he? I�m sure they�ll be more than happy to help him for free. If that doesn�t work he can fuck for it. I�m sure some nurse is on his dick right now anyway.� Craig heard a click and sighed,
�Damn, she hates him.�
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