Always going to be in love with you (book 1)

Chapter 1: Lin

(A/N: this story takes place in a universe where the original cast kept portraying there characters for pretty much ever)

"I'm sorry Mr. Miranda, Mr. Groff is never going to walk again," Dr. Marshall said. I fell backwards into Daveed who derected my fall into a chair, I felt like I couldn't breath, the love of my life was never going to walk again. I wanted to scream, cry, do something, but all I could do is sit there in utter shock. Pippa and Renee, along with Lea Michele and Jonathan and mine mother's started crying. "he lost a lot of blood and I accidently dropped a scalple into the opening. it caused severe spinal cord damage at the T-6 level which is just below his chest bone," he added.

Jonathan had been born with an unusual birth defect that caused him horrible back pain, it was truely inspirational how he managed to stand for up to 15 hours at a time with barely any brakes. over the 8 years we had been together (we had gotten together soon after 'In The Heights' started in 2008) he had 4 back surgeries, 2 of which had been during Hamilton. this one they were thinking was going to be the last one, which is why the Hamilfam, Lea, his whole family and my family was there.

"C-can I see H-Him?" I finally managed to get out. "yes, he's in room 504," Dr. Marshall said. I got up and walked down the hall until I found the room. I walked in and almost burst into tears. on the bed was Jonathan. he was pale, probably from all the blood lose, and he was hooked up to a bunch of machines and he had a back brace on.

"can I ho-hold his hand?" I asked Dr. Marshall who was standing at the door. "I would encourage it, skin to skin contact has been proven to be one of the best forms of treatment," he said. I nodded and took Jonathan's hand carefully. "babe, I'm here, I love you," I whispered letting the tears flow down my cheeks, "I miss you," I whispered.

my heart was still beating fast as I looked at the love of my life. all the memories of him running up and throwing his arms around me after a show, or our long walks down the roafs where he grew up all came floading into my mind. and I think it was then I truely realized that I would neber see Jonathan walk again. and it tore me apart. I burtsted into tears, still squeezing Jonathan's hand as tight as I could, wishing that he would squeeze back.