Setting Love

Alone

       It's been at least four weeks since the accident. Hardly anybody showed up anymore. At first my room was loaded with flowers, food, presents,the whole lot. Now it's like I don't even exist. Jordan doesn't come around anymore and when he does he just goes by his chair and stares out into oblivion, but that's once in a blue moon.

        The last time I saw him, a week ago, he looked ghostly sick and skinny like a bag of bones. He walked by my bed and slowly let his fingers graze my arm, before turning his head in pain and walking off to sit in his chair. I also believe I saw a tear fall down his cheek.

        The only person who ever comes bye daily is Jaylen. She also keeps me informed with the gossip and news on Jordan. Even my own parents stopped visiting me, well I can't actually say visit, because the only time they ever came to check and see if I was okay was the first three night after that nothing.

        My room was empty, I could hear the horns and brakes of the vehicles outside roared with life. Rain struck Against my closed and open windows like shotgun shots. This just proves you can't trust a weatherman. He stated that it was a twenty percent chance of a light shower. Light shower my ass, this was more like world war three.

       There was a light knock on the door, I turned hoping it was the doctor letting me know he was finished with the extra test he suddenly out of the blue had to run, but instead my heart skipped and then finally stopped.

        At first I didn't know what had happened, I mean suddenly I can't hear anything and my eyes would move, the only thing I could see was an image of Jordan standing in the doorway drenched from head to toe. The last thing I remember touching was the soft sheets as my body fell backwards, and the sound constant sound of a flatline beep as it last filled my ears before I drifted off into the warm and bright illuminated space ahead of me, then all was silent, all was calm, all was gone.

       *Jordan's POV*

        I've spent the last few weeks in my room, to scared to face him. What did I do? I probably fucked it all up. What if he hates me now? What was I going to tell my parents when they come back from my grandfathers funeral. I personally didn't attend because we weren't really that close.

         I kept searching at my phone as if if I was going to receive a text saying that this was all a dream and that none of it happened. I felt my hand vibrate as I received a text. I glanced down at it and felt my hand drop.

        "Jordan it's Jaylen, I know your not in a position to see him after what happened and I know your scared but he's getting worse. He's barely eating, hardly anybody is visiting, he's getting extremely depressed and I'm scared of what's it's doing to him. So could you please suck up you balls and come over and talk to him?" ~Jaylen

        "On my way." I sighed as I sent it, I ran across my room and grabbed my jacket as the rain came down against my window like bullets. I raced out my bedroom door and down the stairs, ignoring my grandparents questions I ran to my truck burning rubber as I raced to the hospital. What was wrong with me? How could I leave him there like that? Was I really that cruel of a person?

        It took me about five minutes to arrive at the hospital, and I almost had gotten a ticket in the process. I got out of my truck slamming the door hard as I ran to the front doors. immediately I changed my pace, I went from a sprint to a very quick running walk. In minutes I had found the elevator and was slowly making my way to the fifth floor. my mind was racing of all  the horrible possibilities that could happen. He could try and commit suicide or maybe something loads worse.

        There I was, standing, trying to overcome my fear of what awaited me inside. Of the possibility that he would hate me forever, or the fact that he could possibility that he would hate me forever. I heard the soft sound of his voice, and that's all it took. the sound of his soft an hoarse voice snapped me back into reality. I snatched the handle and threw the door wide open, the sight that laid out before me was horrifying and immediately broke my heart to see the one person I have ever cared about this much in my life so pale and weak.

His head shot up and looked a me in surprise. Jaylen was across the room sitting in a chair playing on he phone. As I stood there she immediately piped up out of her seat, and that's when we heard it.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Oak's eyes roll in the back of his head and his eye lids flutter before actually closing. He fell backwards on his bed like a heavy rock in water. Then the whole room went silent except a long and annoying flatline beep, from the only thing helping Oak stay alive.

This was it, this was the end Oak was gone forever an it was all my fault. I heard a loud clutter on the floor, which only had to have been Jaylen's phone. She stared at his body like a statue, her face went pale and she couldn't move.

All my emotions flooded out of me like the water bursting out of a dam. I ran over to him and wrapped my long arms around his body. I squeezed his corpse until I was afraid of breaking him. The hot and wet tears rolled down my face, with every passing second they seemed to pour out my eyes more easily.

"Oak, don't do this!! I need you!! Come back you little ass hole!!!! Why would you do this to me!!!!! OAK!!!!!" My voice crackled and went hoarse as my screams echoed throughout the halls.

"Oak? I love you!!!" I whispered as the tears prevented me from screaming. I laid him back down. The sight of his lifeless body and the fact that it was all my fault and there was no way for me to fix it, that it was something I had to live with now. The one person I actually and truly loved was now gone, the fact that I was alone, sent a wave of rage throughout my body. Without warning or desire I balled up my fist and hit his chest as I let out a loud and painfully sorrow scream.

"Jordan stop he isn't coming back!!" Jaylen finally screamed her eyes were watering like mine, but unlike mine there weren't watery enough.

I heard the doctors running up the hall. So I slid of his bed and placed his hands peacefully together. His hair was ruffled and messed up, so with the slightest touch I raked my finger and fixed his hair. The last thing I did before walking off in dead, mournfully silence, was that I leaned down and slightly placed my lips to his.

I turned around and started for the door, tears still pouring like a waterfall. Then I heard it, the slightest sound of hope. It was soft at first, but soon and gradually became clearer. It was weak, but slowly escalating in strength. A small and faint beeping from the machine I turned around in bewilderment as I studied Oak's posture. It was still the way that I had left him, but the machine didn't lie to me, I studied it and with every few seconds the beeping increased in a matter of heart stopping minutes he had a strong enough piles to open his eyes. His eyes fluttered to meet mine.

"Jordan?" He asked his voice husky and dry, but it still sent chills throughout my body.