They Don't Know About Us {JackBuscus}

Chapter 3

I'm so sorry it took me so long to upload this, but I'd written the chapter and then I wasn't happy with it so I spent ages trying to edit it and then I got distracted by reading other fanfiction and writing other fanfiction, etc.

This isn't as long as the previous chapters, but I hope you like it anyway. Hopefully the chapters are going to start getting longer soon! :3

~Juliet

Chapter 3:

I’m sitting outside Toby’s hospital room, now. The doctors had to literally grab my arms and drag me out of the room. Now, I’m just an emotional mess. Even Toby’s parents aren’t crying as much as I am, and his mum is almost in hysterics. I hear footsteps and look up. Sean is walking down the corridor. He sees me and gives me a small smile.

“How’s he doing?” he asks me. I just shake my head in response. He hugs me and sighs. “Look at yourself, Jack. You’re a mess.”

I bury my head in his chest and cry even more. “His h-heart stopped beating,” I manage to whisper, “I can’t lose him, Sean…”

He nods. “It will be okay, Jack. I understand how you feel.”

“No you don’t!” I yell, sitting up properly. “You don’t understand! I wish everyone would stop saying that! You don’t understand! Just leave me alone, okay?!” I know everyone is staring at me, but I don’t even care what people think of me any more. I just want to be left alone. I don’t want people’s sympathy; I just want someone to actually understand what I’m going through. But no. Nobody understands. Nobody will ever understand. And I’m sick of it.

One of the doctors walks out of Toby’s room. “Mr. Douglass?” he asks, looking directly at me. Oh no. He’s not… dead… is he? He can’t be…

I stand up slowly. “Y-yeah? Is he alright?”

The doctor smiles slightly. “Mr. Turner has asked me to tell you to stop yelling, as he has a really bad headache and you’re making it worse.”

It takes me a while to actually understand what the doctor is actually telling me. “Wait… He’s awake? Toby’s alive?”

The doctor nods. “Yes, he’s awake.” He smiles at me.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to react to this. I had spent so much time preparing myself for Toby to die that I hadn’t actually even considered the possibility that he would ever wake up again from the coma. I just stand there for a moment, staring at the doctor, completely silent. Toby’s alive. He’s okay. My boyfriend is alive. Everything will be alright now. I don’t have to worry about anything anymore, because he’s alive.

“Mr. Douglass, are you okay?”

I finally remember how to talk again. “Y-yeah, I’m fine… Would I be allowed to talk to Toby in private for a few minutes?”

The doctor nods, “He’s very weak at the moment, but I should think you two will be okay to talk alone for a little while.” He steps to the side to allow me to walk past him and into the hospital room. “Take as long as you need. If you need anything else, just come and get me. I’ll be right here in case you need anything or if something happens.” He smiles reassuringly at me, clearly confident that nothing will happen that I will need to tell him about.

I nod, “Okay, thank you so much.” I say, before opening the door and walking into Toby’s room. He looks at me for a while.

“Hey Toby,” I say quietly and with a small smile. I sit on the edge of his bed, “How are you feeling?”

He just continues to look at me. I study his face, desperate to understand what he’s thinking right now. I can’t figure it out. The only facial expressions I can see are confusion and fear. He wouldn’t be afraid of me though, would he? I mean, I’m his boyfriend, right? So he shouldn’t be scared or confused.

“Toby? Are you okay? I… I don’t understand…”

“Nobody understands, do they?” he whispers. I stare at him, confused. “Well, that’s what you were saying earlier, isn’t it? You’re the guy who kept yelling, aren’t you? I recognise your voice.”

Didn’t he recognise me? I know I hadn’t left the hospital in days, but I still looked kind of like myself, didn’t I? “Toby, it’s me… It’s Jack…”

He sits up, a look of sudden recognition on his face. “Oh my God! How did I not recognise you? You’re Jack Bradley? From high school, right?”

I sigh and shake my head, “No… I’m Jack Douglass… I’m your b-boyfriend…”

“What the hell, man? Are you crazy? I don’t have a boyfriend!” He says. “I’m not gay. I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh really, what’s her name?” I challenge.

“Juliet Marshall.”

So he remembers his ex-girlfriend. Great.