Keys of Disaster

*-Chapter 18-*

It's the big night and I'm anxiously sitting in the front row, waiting for Johnnie to make his appearance. The evening was filled with excitement and the dancers were very impressing. They were dressed up in blue and yellow costumes and the main characters had costumes to represent their character.

Finally it's time for the dance I've been waiting for and a boy appears on the stage covered in golden feathers peeking out from behind his head. I look over to the piano but the seat is empty. "Where's Jonnie?" I mouth my words to myself and my eyes search for his figure but I don't see him anywhere.

The music them starts playing with the system. I stood up from my seat and went back stage in search for Johnnie. I see a guy in a suite with a board in his hand. He looks like he's in charge. "Johnnie Guilbert?" I ask when I approach him. Expressionless, he points in the direction of the back door with his pen.

Johnnie is outside, chocking on his coughs. There is a guy standing next to him with a medical aid in his hand. He's rubbing Johnnie's back. "Hey, Johnnie?" I ask and approach him. He looks relieved to see me. Just then a girl comes rushing passed me. "I think we should take him to the hospital" the guy says to her and she nods.

The guy helps Johnnie to his car and I get into the car next to him. Johnnie grabs my hand and pushes his head against my shoulder, coughs still escaping his mouth. His hand is pressed on his chest and little moans of pain come through with the cough. I ran my hand through his hair and the guy starts the car.

Soon we were at the hospital and he was being carried away by nurses. The guy, Max, was talking to the receptionist and stood closer to hear what they were saying. I tried to keep my tears under control and managed that for a while.

Max was a big guy, maybe in his thirties, and he had a dark brown beard and a bold spot in the middle of his head. He was telling the receptionist what happened.

Apparently, Johnnie just started coughing again and they couldn't calm him down. I text Page – who is still at the show, probably wondering where I am – to inform her of the newest events.

I take a seat and soon Max approaches me, "Hey sweetie, listen, I have to get back so I'm leaving you here. His parents are on their way. They nurse says that they have everything under control, so hang in there" he smiles and me. I nod and he leaves.

(New message) Page:

"Hey, I'm on my way"

I waited in the waiting room for at least 20 minutes before his parents and Page finally showed up. I haven't shed a tear yet. They all took a seat and I told them what happened. Page gives me a comforting hug.

We waited another 20 minutes before the nurse made her way to where we sitting. I just stare into the nothingness, expressionless, thinking about him.

"Mrs. Guilbert?" she calls and his mom stands up. The nurse smiles. "Your son is going to be okay but we have to keep him here for a while to run a few tests and monitor him just to make sure that it's nothing serious" His mom looks worried. "Can I see him?" she asks but the nurse shakes her head 'no'. "The doctor is still busy, go home. We'll see you in the morning" she gives her a rub on the shoulder and walks away.

She looks over at us, "I'm going to stay here for the night, you can go home. George, can you take the kids home, please? " "Its okay, we have rides" Mikey says. I then give her a hug and we make our way to the car. I couldn't hold it in any longer and I start crying. It felt like I was drowning in my own tears and Mikey just held me in his arms. My head was pressed against his chest and he rested his chin on my head.

Page also joined in on the hug and for what felt like forever, we just held on onto each other outside the car. I finally pulled away and wiped the tears off, "Let's go home" I manage to smile a small smile and we got in the car.

***

It's been 4 days and Johnnie is coming home today. The doctors announced that he has stage one lung cancer. It came with a shock to all of us and his mother couldn't handle losing him too.

I waited for his parents to return from the hospital with him in their house. His brothers let me in and we were playing Fifa when they parked in their driveway.

I hear the door open and George supported him as he entered. He looked so weak. We paused the game and turned our attention to them. I got up and help carry his bags to his room, he and George followed.

He placed Johnnie onto the bed and then left the room. I seated myself next to him, " Hey" I say barely in a whisper. He looks at me. I smile.

We stared at each other for a while before a tear escapes his eye and runs down his cheek. I lean my back against the wall and he places his head on my lap. I play with his hair and we sit there in silence until his mom knock on the door. "I brought you dinner" she smiles at us and he sits up straight.

She leaves and he places the plate on the table before lying down again. "You have to eat" I look at him after a while. "I'm not in the mood" this is the first time he spoke to me since that night at the hospital when he literally just said my name.

"Please" I beg and put my plate on my lap. I take a bite from the spaghetti and soon my whole face was covered in spaghetti sauce. He couldn't help but laugh. He gave in and after wards we went outside.

It was a warm night and lay on the grass, gazing at the stars. "Alex, I don't want to die" he breaks the silence. I take his hand and kisses it, "You're not going to" I assure him and he tightens his grip on my hand. I shift over to lay closer to him and we almost fell asleep. I'm not losing him. 

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