Just Jlyke things.

Could Be Worse, Could Be a Whole Lot Better

This is was originally going to be really sad, but I decided to cut back on the angst for the sake of Finn. Count your lucky stars, Finn.

Hurt/comfort. Near death experiences.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Blyke always loved the stars. The way they lit up the night, creating constellations and decorating the darkness with glowing pieces of glitter.

Blyke also loved John. The way his eyes light up when he drinks Boba tea, or how he always likes to sleep facing the room. He loved how John smiled, the colours of pink dusting his pale skin.

Blyke loved the night. He loved the way the moon. Shines down dimly onto the road below. But right now? Right now he hated the night.

John was shaking, his grip tight around Blyke's hand. Blyke squeezed John's hand back, his other hand focusing on putting pressure on John's stab wound. It had been too dark out to see the figure approaching them, and too dark out to make out their face. If Blyke knew who he was, then he would've made it his personal life mission to make their life Hell.

Blyke was brought back to reality as the operator for 9-1-1 informed them that the ambulance was almost there. Blyke wasn't sure how long they had. There was so much blood. It covered his hands, soaking into both his sleeves, and the fabric of John's shirt.

Even in the dark, Blyke could see John's face. He could see John's terrified face. He could see how John seemed even paler then before. His eyes were glazed over, and he stopped making any noises a while ago... and he had stopped... moving...

That's when Blyke realized that John's hand had gone lax.

"Shit no- wait- SHIT!" Blyke dropped John's hand and tried to search for a pulse. He couldn't be dead already. He didn't even lose that much blood!

Tears filled Blyke's eyes as the ambulance sped around the corner. The paramedics ran out to the scene.

"He- He stopped moving! And responding, he... he isn't doing anything, he-" Blyke rambled as the paramedics jumped in, replacing Blyke's hands with their own and eventually wheeling him into the ambulance.

Blyke was interrogated by the police for a while, and he told them everything he could. Which, admittedly, wasn't a lot. But it was better then nothing. Once the interrogation was over, one of the officers offered to drop Blyke off at the hospital. Blyke accepted the offer, and began texting their friends about what had happened. They eventually responded and said that they would meet him there. Sera offered to bring John's dad, which was probably a good idea.

Blyke arrived at the hospital first. The doctors wouldn't let him see John, or talk to him either. They said that he was in surgery right now, and that they were going to do their best to help John.

°•°•°•°•°•°

Isen and Remi arrived two hours later, with Sera and Arlo short behind. They found Blyke slumped against a wall, as a nurse rubbed his shoulder, seemingly trying to comfort him.

Remi ran to his side and knelt down in front of him.

"Is everything okay?! Is John okay?!" Remi asked the nurse.

"John is stable as of right now." The nurse replied, still rubbing Blyke's shoulder.

"Can we see him?" Sera asked, fidgety and anxious.

"Yes... but-"

Sera cut the nurse off and immediately ran to John's room. Blyke had texted them the room number when he had first gotten to the hospital. She threw the door open and rushed to John's side.

John was laying on the bed. He seemed pale and weak. It was kind of scary to see him look so unlike himself.

"John!? Are you okay?! How are you feeling?" Sera asked, moving to stand by the bed.

John looked at her, confused.

"Uhm... I'm sorry, but... who are you?" John questioned, tilting his head to the side.

Sera's whole world shattered.

"Are you going to tell me that we're dating or something? Like that other dude did? Look, I'm flattered, but I'm not interested." John said in a dismissive tone.

The nurse walked into the room, explaining something to the rest of the group.

"The lack of blood flow to his brain caused enough brain damage to cause temporary amnesia. His memory probably will come back eventually, but it will take a while." She said to everyone.

"So you don't remember us?" Remi mumbled, tears in her eyes.

"Uh... no. No sorry."

"It's fine." Blyke announced, blinking furiously. His eyes were red. It was obvious that he had been crying for a while.

"It's just memory loss. The memories will come back. He could've died. We're lucky enough that he's still is working shape, and we're even more lucky considering the fact that his memories might have never cone back. We just need to be patient with him." Blyke continued.

The others nodded in agreement. John still seemed confused.

The room was somber, but a small flicker of hope was starting to grow in their hearts. This will work. They will make this work.

°•°•°•°•°•°

To be continued maybe