John...?

Part 12

P.O.V. - Paul

I pulled John off the ground. He was cold. It's not because the cold floor.. I can tell it. it's in his head. Mentally.. it takes him hell of a lot energy. He can't warm himself up.. He doesn't eat.. He is so light. no weight.. People need food to warm themselves up.. 

I hold him close to me. His closed eyes make me feel like he's dead.. he looks dead.. I lay him down on the hospital bed and tuck him in. I let my hands run up and down his cheek. 

"I'll be there for you." I whisper in his ear. 

Again.. again today I've been too late.. I can tell he has been on the ground for so long.. I shouldn't sleep. I can't sleep.. when I sleep something will happen. 

"I love you John." I continue whispering.

I whispered him a song earlier.. it was one of those songs my mum sang to me when I was a young toddler. I loved them..

I miss my mum so much.. But live goes on. When I was young I couldn't help her. Now I'm older.. wiser.. and I can save my best friend. 

"Everything will be okay John." I whisper.

I run my hand down his head, over his neck to his heart. It's beating.. softly.. slowly.. peacefully.. I just hope he's this calm in his head..

"I help you." I whisper