John laid still and lifeless on the ground. His blood pooling from the inside of his shirt and leaking through the fabric onto the hard concrete. He breathes quick and sharp, chest raising to take in all the air he could. His hands shook and quivered, eyes locked on a spot of paint on the ceiling.
John was dying he needed medical attention soon or else he would be gone forever.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Who could be calling him now? John took a deep breath and reaches out for his cellphone, nearly shrieking as a stinging pain shot through his body. He quickly flipped open the phone and gave out a shaky "Hello?"
"John?! Egbert is that you?!"
John gasps. It was Dave! Oh god and he couldn't respond. He couldn't breathe!
"John? John?! JOHN?! John! God damn it Egbert! Answer me! Hello?! Are you alright?! John! John!.... I'm sending someone over to your house!"
Then the line went dead.
John gasped for air and he was breathing heavily. This wasn't the first time this has happened to him. John has had three heart attacks in the past year. It was a miracle that he lived as long as he did. But this time it looked like no one was anywhere near to help him.
Then the door flew open!
In the doorway stood a totally panicked Dave Strider. Dave was John's crush since the sixth grade. It was kinda embarrassing for Dave to see him in such a pathetic and desperate state. Dave rushes inside and kneels beside John.
"It's ok Egbert! It will be ok! I have an ambulance outside it will all be ok! Just hang in there please!"
John nodded slightly, not really able to move without causing harm to himself. He watches as the nurses come inside and lift him on a stretcher. His eyelids grow heavy and he gives Dave a weak and forced smile. Then everything went black...
Dave was right by John's side in the ambulance and all the way to the hospital. He wasn't allowed to go into the emergency room with him..
"What do you mean I can't go in with him?! He's my friend!"
But he had no luck in trying to get inside to see John. Dave cursed under his breath and goes to find a seat in the waiting room. It took nearly two hours before the doctor makes his way over to Dave. There was a serious expression on his face and he took a seat next to him.
"He had a heart attack..." he starts. "I don't think he'll be able to live much longer."
"Well can't you do something?!" Dave asked standing up. He glares at the doctor and nearly yells. "You're a doctor You're supposed to help people! Help him! Fix him!"
The doctor was a bit taken back by Dave's reaction. Slowly he brought himself to his feet and he gently took Dave over to the side. They started walking into John's room. Dave's eyes widen as he sees his friend hooked up to countless machines with tubes up his nose and in his chest and wrists.
Without asking Dave rushes over and ran to the bed. "John! Oh my god you're ok!"
John's eyes flutter open at the sound of Dave's voice and he looked up at him. His messy black hair falling infront of his face as he did this. Dave smiles and took one of his hands.
"Don't worry... Everything will be alright."
John shakes his head and chokes out a soft reply. "N-no... It won't. Dave, I need a heart transplant. Doctor said there were no available donors..."
Dave was speechless. He bites his lip and nods. This was not good news. Dave was just about to tell John about his feelings for him. What a terrible way to tell him. Well John I love you but you're gonna die so-... Dave felt his chest tighten and he could feel his eyes fill with tears. This was the one moment Dave had felt anything besides the need to be calm and cool.
A tear rolled down the cool kid's cheeks and falls onto John's forehead.
"C-come on Dave... Please-... Ple-ase d-don't cry..."
Dave wipes his eyes and turns away from John. "I'll be right back..."
John watched as Dave leaf the room and he calls the doctor aside.
"Come on man please, that's my best friend in there. There has to be a donor with a heart like his."
The doctor sighs and places a hand on Dave's shoulder. "There is... We've ben searching and there seems to only be one donor."
"Well who is it?!" Dave asked, now slightly excited there was still hope.
There was a silence before the doctor replied. "It's you..."
Dave blinks in surprise. What did he just say? Dave suddenly remembers his filling out a "organ doner" form when he was sixteen. But how would that help? Dave was still alive. He needed his heart right now. But... John needed it more...
"O-ok..." Dave says, his gaze shifting to the floor. "Well just let me talk to him real quick..."
This was a very hard for Dave to decide. John was his best friend... His dying best friend. But this was his heart. He needed it as well. Dave stood outside of John's room as he thinks about what to do. It took a while, but he decides what he thought was right.
John laid motionless on the hospital bed. Only the beeping of the machines around him could be heard.
Dave slowly walks over and stood over him. As he took a close look he saw John had been crying. Poor Egbert... He shouldn't have to go through this.
Now Dave knew he couldn't say goodbye, John being unconscious...
Dave bends down and pressed his lips to John's forehead and he whispered in his ear. "I love you Egbert... I always will. I'm sorry I took this long to tell you. Goodbye..."
Dave stands up and turns to the doctor standing in the doorway. "Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to..."
Dave nods and glances over at John. "I have to do this. He deserves to live more than me..."
The doctor nods and took Dave's arm, leading him into an unoccupied hospital room. He was signaled to lay down. Dave takes a deep breath and lays down on the bed. A few minutes go by and more staff fills the room, hooking up machines and tubing. All were giving Dave concerned looks.
He didn't need their sympathy, he wasn't doing this for attention. He was doing it for John.
When everything was ready Dave took a deep breath... His last breath and everything goes black...
John wakes up from surgery about four or five hours later. He takes a look around the empty hospital room and places a hand on his chest. John felt different. He felt... Healthy.
He had to tell Dave!
Quickly he sprang out of bed and ran out into the waiting room where he thought Dave was. It was completely empty... No one was there. Oh well. maybe Dave was out in the lobby. John rushes out and takes a look around. Nothing...
Now John was getting worried. He notices the doctor walking out of Dave's operating room and he ran over to him.
"H-hey! Where's Dave? They boy that was here a few hours ago?"
The doctor looks at him with a straight face. "Your friend is in that room over there."
He points inside and John gasped. He throws open the door and makes his way over to the bed, where a lifeless Dave Strider lay. John falls to his knees at Dave's side, tears streaming down his face.
"Dave! Dave! Why?! Why did you do this?! Dave!"
John's breath quickens to more of a pant and he took one of Dave's hands into his, interlacing their fingers.
His tears did not stop. John buries his face into Dave's chest and cried for a half hour straight.
When there were no tears left to cry John stands up and let go of Dave's hand. He wiped his eyes.
A hand slowly made it's way over to rest on his chest. John was alive. He was ok! But Dave wasn't... He didn't have to do this for him. John had only wished he was awake to say goodbye...
"Thank you Dave..." John says, his voice near a whisper. "You gave me your heart... I wish I was able to give you mine a while ago..."
