Tuesday, I got there

Today was spent in travel. I went and saw my dad for the first time today so he could give me something for Nicole. I got so teared up. I went and packed everything else up at the studio for Nicole and Jef gave me a ride to the airport.  Jackson, to Baltimore, then to NY. Tim-o, Nicole's old roomate and good friend drove all the way out to Long Island to pick me up. I got the hospital at 11pm to hear the worst news I have ever heard. I was expecting Nicole to be the same as she was the other day. The way Cherie and Carter had told me she was. Thumbs up and ready to recover. Instead I found out even worse news, her fall had left her with a small 4mm gash in one of her arteries. She had a stroke when she fell and was having some kind of small stroke when i got there. She had made it through surgery all day yesterday and it had somehow leaked into her brain today. I found my lovely dancer lost. She could barley open her eyes, she couldn't talk, she had a tube down her throat, and she was lifeless from head down. At one point I almost fainted, one doctor came by and asked about what we wanted to do if she never moved again. I couldn't breathe as they rushed her off to a very fast catscan. While we waited the night through in tears and prayers, she came back the room in the ICU. Oddly as the night progressed she was woken up every hour from the pain medicine. Upon early morning she knew who I was and had the most beautiful smile on her face that I had ever seen. I couldn't tell you what time i went to sleep on the floor in the waiting room or how long. It was a terrible day