Save Me: A TAT Novella by Melanie Walker Read Free Book Online

world because they give one hundred percent of them as people, one hundred percent of the time. The deserve peace and respect right now…” She pauses to get a good look at the douche bag who called us out. “Paul is it? From Rock N Roll news? I’ll be sure to give Simon Lake, your employer, a call and the scoop when it’s readily available. I think it’s more than a little fair to ask for some personal time don’t you?” She asks and the crowd, all the way in the back where the fans are, scream and chant ‘TAT forever’ as Tayla leaves the podium.
     
    We all make our way up to ICU where Carrie and Noah are waiting. I feel that beehive come back to my chest, unable to forget his eyes when he woke up. The pleading that came from every fiber of his being…his eyes on me…
     
    “Hey.” I say and see him panic some at the sight of the tube down his throat. He goes to reach for it but I stop him and shake my head. “Cal went to get the nurse, just chill a sec yeah?”
    I watch…literally watch as his eyes scan the room. Slowly he takes in the flowers, the various food containers from all of us being in and out and then those sad eyes land on me and I watch him realize it all was real. I know he knows because he shakes his head no and looks at me with a pleading look. He is begging me to tell him he was dreaming. I want to lie so bad right now because I can’t be the one that essentially confirms his worst nightmare. I am reminded of all the times over the last few months that Noah told me true, no matter how bad it hurt or gutted me to know I was wrong. Gutted me to know he had my girls back in her darkest hours. I could not lie to him.
    I sit down and pull close and take his hand in mine because I need him to feel some kind of connection to all he has fighting for him. In this moment I am TAT, Carrie, Noelle and every damn fan praying for him.
    “I don’t know what you’re thinking Noah, but I can guess.”
    He shakes his head no so rapidly that the tubes sending oxygen through his nose slips free and gets tangled in the tube down his throat. I can hear him trying to wail and fight me and I am so fucking wrecked right now it is hard to look at him.
    But I do.
    I look him square in the eyes, eyes that are crying, wet and red and I watch him losing the control he so desperately needs to survive.
    “I’m so sorry Noah.” I say and feel tears fall from my own eyes and for the first time in my life I am not ashamed. “It’s true bud im so fucking sorry.”
    I hear him crying out and it is broken and sounds painful because of the ventilation tube. His hands are going to his chest and I know it must hurt to cry with the trifecta of surgeries he has undergone. But though he feels the physical he is only concerned by the mental fuck he is receiving, knowing she is gone.
    I’m snapped from the memory as we follow Chad into the room, but we all kind of shuffle into one another because he stops abruptly at Carrie’s words.
     
    “Hold on a minute babe.” She says, and like before, I tune out everything else and watch Noah. His heart is beating but he is dead. Rotting from the inside out, and everyone else is refusing to acknowledge it, because we all know he won’t be back.
     
    “No, we are all going to do this round.” Chad says in a tone I have never heard him use before with Carrie. He isn’t leaving room for argument and I have no clue what we are all about to do. “This is a family feud round.”
     
    The only game I can think of, that any of us would play at a time like this makes my stomach sink, but I pull Cass in tight and sit her on my lap and take a seat on the left side of his bed.
     
    Cal and Tayla as well as Seth and Lilly are surrounding the bed, and Carrie is holding his hand. “So…” She says and her voice cracks. “In this world…” She shakes her head and wipes at her tears. “Cans is here, sitting beside you with your hand in hers…and you awake from this awful nightmare where