'~Tommy~'
I pace back and forth tears in my eyes. The doctors lied. They said he'd wake up in a week, but now I'm a month away from graduating my first year of high school. He's been in a coma for so long... I barely remember his laugh anymore. I visit him almost every day at the hospital, and I quit the band a few weeks ago. It was just too painful, staring at the empty space where his seat used to be.
I've picked up a few video games, in each and every one of them I find myself picking a character will soft brown hair and blue-green eyes. I still keep in touch with Ranboo, and sometimes Wilbur or Phill will stop by and check to see if I'm alright.
I look up from the screen of my switch, the newest character I've created. It's a nice game where you can't get hurt, you live on a nice island and you have everything that you need. He can't get hurt here.
Ring Ring Ring
"Hello?" I ask in a cheerful voice. Ranboos sad voice comes in quietly from the other line. I drop my phone after quickly pressing the hang up button and fall backwards onto the stiff floor.
"He has 90 days until he gets a suitable heart donation."
It's so rare, and even if they found one his body might not accept it. 90 days isn't a lot of time for a teenager to die who was on the organ donors list. Teenagers shouldn't die, I let out a small whimper before curling into a ball. It isn't true, you'll wake up tomorrow with Tubbo humming and making breakfast like I always do...
It's been almost 5 months. It's never going to happen you fool.
"NO! SHUT UP! Please... just shut up." I cry out my voice breaking into a million pieces. I let out a few sniffles and ignore Ranboo's worried knocking and yelling from my door. He has the key, he just needs to remember where he put it. I close my eyes and let darkness take me.
