My Silly Boy

23

"Time of death: 7:04am."

"We've done everything we could do." A nurse looked me in the eye. "I'm so sorry for your loss." She looked away at her feet.

Tears swelled up in my eyes. This couldn't be happening.

"Is he really gone?" Chris grabbed me and burried his face into my shirt.

I stood in disbelief. "He can't be."

Pj looked at me with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"It's all my fault. If only I would've talked to him. I wish I forgave him." I bit my bottom lip and tried to hold in my tears.

Pj opened the door to Dan's hospital room and stepped in.

Chris and I followed behind.

It was so quiet. The machine that kept him alive the past three weeks wasn't beeping anymore.

I grabbed Dan's hand and held to my heart.

"I love you so much." My tears fell down his arm. "I'll miss you so much."

The machine started beeping again.

Pj and Chris looked at me with a surprised look.

Dan gasped and shot up from the dead.

I grabbed dan and hugged him tight. "I knew you weren't dead!"

"Dead?"

I pulled out of the hug but kept my hand on his back.

"You... died." Chris slowly said.

"Before that, you were in a coma." Pj added to what Chris said.

"I have a question."

"What is it?" I asked

"Who are you?"