GATSBY'S POV

Pain filled my body and I knew that I would soon be dead. I wasn't ready to die, I was young and wealthy. I needed help but what could I do? I was drowning and my blood was filling the pool. Suddenly I heard footsteps and I was filled with hope. It had to be Daisy, after all she was insanely in love with me, right?

"Jay," a familiar voice screamed. Nick. Of course. I felt as someone dragged my limp body onto my well-kept grass. "Please don't die. I need you Gatsby," he cried and held my body. "I don't think I can hold on for much longer," I admitted in a weak voice. "We're gonna get you help, okay? Everything's going to be okay", he said as he carried me.

I began to drift off into nothingness and suddenly everything went black.

I woke up in an unfamiliar room with someone clutching my hand. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that Nick was inches away from my face. "I'm so glad that you're alive. Jay, I'm so sorry that I didn't get there earlier," he murmured and backed away from me. "I-it's fine," I stuttered and groaned in pain. Memories of what had occurred filled my head and I frowned as I looked around the drab hospital room.

"Has Daisy visited?" I asked, hope filling my lungs and my heart beating faster. Nick slowly shook his head, "Forget Daisy. We both know how she is." I could tell that he was trying to cheer me up but I was angry. "I can't believe how she's acting, old sport. I have revolved these last few years on the hope that we would be together again one day, you know? Somehow knowing that she doesn't even care if I live or not makes it final." I said with a deep sigh, sadness and hatred lacing my usually happy tone.

Behind the wild parties and expensive taste I was quite a lonely man. Young, handsome, and rich but all alone. What's the point of it all if you have no one to share it with? I wanted to say as much to Nick but I knew it would be no good. Filling Mr. Caraway's head with more of my foolish nonsense wouldn't do either one of us any good.

I observed Nick carefully as he talked about something that I found myself somewhat uninterested in. He was actually a very good looking man and I found myself captivated by every little thing he did. I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard him say "I saw Tom outside of a shop while you were sleeping. He said that he and Daisy had patched everything up quite well. He was even buying her a pearl necklace. I've never understood people like them. All they do is use people then throw them away when they're no longer in need. Perhaps they're meant to be."

"Did he say anything else?" I asked, interest clear in my eyes. He nodded and bit his lip, "He said that you deserved what you got and that Wilson should have just finished you off." I sighed deeply, "Maybe he's right, old sport. Maybe he's right."

Nick looked at me with shock clear in his features, "You can't be serious, Gatsby. You didn't kill Myrtle, do you think he'd feel the same if he knew it was Daisy behind the wheel that night? The thing that you and Daisy don't know is that Myrtle Wilson was Tom's mistress. That's the real reason he's so upset."

Suddenly a nurse bustled in and medicated me more. I drifted off to sleep while Nick prattled on about something.