Nash — Third Person.

"Fantastic. Now what the fuck is the plan?" The girl on the bed sighs, nobody answers, because nobody actually knows.

Nash feels inclined to speak up, being the oldest. "We'll start with a doctor." He dictates. And just like that everyone is moving, agreeing silently with his decision and working to get one.

"Nash." The voice on the bed strangles out, clamping a tight hand around his wrist to stop him from leaving.

Nash freezes, his gaze falling on the girl's trembling hand. She's pale, her face a mask of confusion.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his voice softer than he intends.

"What happened?" Rosaline begs, her breath shallow. "Did you see what happened?"

Nash's jaw tightens, and he glances over at the others, to his younger brother, Xander, leaning against the doorframe with a furrowed brow. But Nash knows better than to just ignore the girl's plea.

"You were unconscious on the side of the road in the middle of a storm when I found you, wearing pajamas. I don't have a clue what happened." He frowns sympathetically.

"What would I be doing out in a storm in my pajamas?" She furrows her neatly groomed brows.

"Beats me. You feeling okay? You still look freezing." He states, staring at her pale body that is still shaking profusely. 

"I feel fine to be honest." She gazes back up at him. "Fine enough to shower? That might help you heat up." He offers.

"I guess." She agrees, carefully swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, gratefully accepting his hand in helping her to her feet. 

"Right in here." Nash directs her to the bathroom beside her bed. 

When Rosaline's inside she hesitates, watching him turn the water on and get her a towel. "Can you wait in here? I don't know anything, but I think.. a part of me wants to trust you." The fragile girl whispers.

Nash blinks, and eventually after a small moment nods. 

He turns to face the other way as she undresses. He relishes in the sound of her clothes ruffling and dropping to the floor, fighting the urge to turn around.

"Okay I'm inside now." She states from beyond the thin black shower curtain, allowing Nash the chance to turn back around and perch upon the counter top, patiently waiting for her.

"How's the temperature?" He asks gently over the running water. "Perfect." She hums in relief, clearly warming up quicker now.

The eldest Hawthorne grandson just nods, despite the fact she can't see him. He finds himself enthralled by the outline of the strangers figure caused by the backlit shower. The way he can so clearly see her jet black shadow running its hands through her hair.

He tries not to focus on it, but he can't help but observe the mesmerising curves of her figure. The curve of her butt, the thin outline of her stomach breathing in and out, the wet hair reaching her lower back. But especially her breasts and the way her nipples stand on edge, still cold and fighting off the heat of the water.

She lathers her hair in shampoo, carefully washing out the rain and grime from her fall. 

Nash stares at her arms in awe as they move, being able to break his stare from the hairs standing on edge and the drips of the water following wherever she moves.

"So since we can't talk about me, why don't you tell me about you." She requests, snapping the bewildered boy out of his trance.

"What about me?" He replies, the smile evident on his face.

"Everything. What's your story?" She prompts, brushing some conditioner through the ends of her hair.

So Nash opens up and tells her everything, despite not usually being this open with most people. He tells her about his family, his childhood, though he leaves out his dating life as he often does. Not for any particular reason, it's just never a great conversation to have.

"Tell me about how you lost your virginity." Rosaline prompts cheekily.

"I will not be doing that." Nash laughs, a little caught off guard but loving her openness. 

"C'mon, tell me. How old were you at least?" She pleads, finishing up with washing her body.

"16." He states plainly, giving her no more. "Not bad. 1 to 10 rate how good you are in bed." She continues casually.

"Okay, first of all, I've never slept with myself so how would I know? And second, you're insane, anyone ever told you that?" He laughs at her.

"I dunno, I don't remember." She giggles a little, making Nash question whether he should laugh or not, which he ultimately allows himself to do.

"Alright, hurry up. The doctor's probably here by now, you take ages showering. I'll wait outside." Nash bounces off the sink, exiting the bathroom and closing the door behind him, earning very clearly suspicious stares from everyone waiting in the room, including a doctor.

"She asked me to wait inside with her." He raises his hands in surrender, slumping into a bedside chair and sighing with contentment.

End of Chapter 4.

I don't know why that took so long, I think it was more finding the motivation to write it rather than actually writing it. It didn't even take me that long. Hope you guys enjoyed, thanks for sticking around through my painfully whack update schedule.