So, last night, a friend called me and asked, "Did you hear what happened to Nick?"

Of course, that is not what I wanted to hear.

No, I hasn't heard what had happened to Nick. No, I didn't know what other horrible misfortune he had gotten himself into. (See, he tends to do that.)

She told me he's in the hospital with third degree burns covering most of his body. She didn't know the whole story, but I believe that's enough to get me all shaky and freaking the hell out. I was shaking, got a stomach ache...

So I called the hospital and asked if he was there. He's there. I told my dad and he was like okay, we can go visit him tomorrow.

I couldn't sleep. I got maybe ninety minutes of sleep. In pieces. And then I got up at 9:30, called him to get his room number and to tell him I was coming to see him. He said, "You won't like what you see, but okay." That scared me. I got ready and went down to Harborview to see him.

Half of his face is burnt up. His arms and his legs are completely obliterated. He's all wrapped up and gooey. He'll be okay though. It'll probably be a few weeks before he'll be able to walk. his face won't scar much. He still looks like him, he's still gorgeous, he's still perfect. All I need are his eyes to look into, I wouldn't mind if he was disfigured...Luckily, one side of his mouth is okay, and that's the side I got to kiss.

He looks like Phantom, lol...

His eyelashes are singed on that side, and his hair is all singed up.


What happened was, he was sitting at a bonfire when some stupid motherfucker decided to come up and toss one of those five gallon metal gas cans onto it. The whole can.
The fire was on a flat surface, so it didn't go straight up. It went out and then up. He was probably three to four feet away from the fire and he shoved his friend out of the way and he got the gist of it. No one else was burned as badly as he is. He's only been in the hospital for two days and he's already functioning on his own. He's drinking by himself even though his arms are all crispy and wrapped up. And he was opening cards and stuff on his own too. I'm glad he's got the will to get better. :]

That fucker, when they find out who he is, is getting his ass fried. He's gonna get butchered by Nick's mom, by me, by Ashly, by Nick's friends, Nick's dad. He's getting his ass beat down.

They said his face won't scar, but he'll most likely been grafting on his legs and arms.

He was sleeping, all drugged up, and his arms and legs were twitching, cause he normally does that when he sleeps. (I think it's a boy thing.) That's good because when your muscles are contracting when you're sleeping, that means they're repairing themselves and recuperating. However, one time, his leg jerked so bad that he woke up and gasped. His mom and I were like, "Oh no!" and he was like "FUCK."

I'm simultaneously glad he woke up, but really not happy that he's hurting so badly. I was about to leave and was afraid I wasn't going to get to say goodbye. He woke up so I got to say goodbye.


I didn't eat for twelve hours I think because I was so worried, and I still haven't slept yet.

I'm still worried sick.


Miss him.


Pray or wish or whatever you will do to wish him well. Please, he needs it.