Winning Skylinn

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My birthday was April 12th. Right now it was March 31st, and I was starting to get really afraid that Jonny wouldn't wake up before my birthday. Or at all, for that matter.

Everyone assured me that it would be okay, that he would wake up in time. But I no longer believed them. Jonny was gone. He wasn't coming back.

I sat in the hospital that night, waiting by his bedside. Waiting for the boy who wasn't going to wake up. He was as good as gone in my mind.

I hated that it had come to this point. I hated that I just couldn't believe anymore. I hated that I didn't trust what my parents or Jake said. I hated that my leg was still healing, that I was still in a cast. I hated that Jonny had been in a coma for almost three months, all because of me.

It was all my fault.

I stared at Jonny's lifeless body, and I felt tears stinging at my eyes. But they wouldn't fall.

"Why can't you just wake up?!" I screamed at last. "Why do you just have to lay there, doing nothing?! Can't you see I'm in pain? Can't you see you're hurting everyone around you? God forbid you wake up to care about anyone but yourself! You must have some control over this, right? Or are you just trying to make things worse?"

I couldn't help it. I was so angry, and I just hurled insults at him without really realizing what I was saying.

"You're never going to wake up, are you? You're just going to lay there, taunting me, forever. You don't even care, do you? Everyone is so obsessed with you getting better, but you're not doing anything about it! Just wake up, Jonny! Please, just..." My voice cracked on the last sentence. "Just wake up." The tears finally fell and I let them flow down my cheeks.

I sat, shaking and clinging to Jonny's cold hand with both of mine, feeling like the world was crashing down on me.

And then suddenly, I felt movement. His hand jolted in mine. I almost didn't believe it.

I called in the doctor, to see if he could do anything, and he came as soon as I called. He, along with some other doctors, attended to Jonny. They were packed tightly around him, so that I couldn't see what was going on.

And then I heard a cough.

I looked to see Jonny on the hospital bed, his eyes wide open.

I ran to him and shoved the doctors out of my way so I could hug him. I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed.

"Jonny, you're alive!" I exclaimed, tears spilling down my cheeks. But this time, they were happy tears.

Jonny pulled away from me, a look of concern clear on his face. "I'm sorry... Who are you?"