8. Tragedy

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Gavin's POV

We left the mall in rush after Jon had gotten a call about his mother being in the hospital. We quickly get into his car and begin to drive. On the ride there, Jon seemed frantic. I mean, who wouldn't? Getting a call about your mother being in the hospital without any other information would scare me straight.

(Haha not really y'all.)

I grabbed his hand and I could feel his heart beat. It was going a thousand miles a minute and I was afraid that he might end up in the hospital as well. I turn to him and I can see tears forming in his eyes. Quickly, I wipe them away and try to calm him down.

"Bb it's going to be okay. She's going to be okay Hun," I say trying to bring down his pounding heart and rapid breathing.

"What if somethings happened? What if she got in a wreck on their way back? I'm scared Gavin. I'm honestly and truly scared for her safety," he struggles to get the words out but he manages and it breaks my heart to hear his voice crack like that with more tears filling his eyes.

We pull up to a stop light and I grab his chin, pulling it towards my face.

"Jonathan, everything is going to be okay. And on the off chance that it's not, I'll be right here for you baby. I'll always be right here for you. Because I love you," I stutter out because couldn't believe I had actually said the words.

He looks at me with more tears in his eyes and drives as the light turns green. He lets out the softest whimper, "I love you too," while tears roll down his cheeks.

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We pull into the hospital parking garage and Jon almost runs into the wall as he is hurrying to park and get out.

He runs up to the receptionist table and asks for his mothers name in the form of a plea. The nurse behind the desk gives him a sorrowful look and tell him that she's in room 237.

Jon grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers and jogs to the elevator to go up to the second floor. He's shaky and pale. He looks like he's going to pass out and breaks out into a cold sweat. The elevator doors open and we run down the hall, hands still together, fingers still locked.

We reach the room and he opens the door rather quickly. His mother lays there on the hospital bed, face sunken in, pale, her skin is like paper, and she can barely move her muscles. Jonathan's father comes over to us and explains what has happened. He puts his hand on Jon's shoulder to try to comfort him and get him to calm down.

"Jon, son, you're mother was diagnosed with anorexia. She hasn't been feeling herself lately and she didn't want to eat. I wasn't going to force her because the last time I tried to do anything like that... well you remember what happened," his father explains to us.

Jon has tears running down his face, his breathing is becoming hitched as he walks over to his mothers bedside and sits down in the chair besides the bed.

"Why... Why would you do this to yourself... I can't live without you in my life mom... I need you to be there like you always were. Not as just a mother, but as a friend... As my best friend," Jon whispers to his mother as she lay in the hospital bed, his fingers now intertwined with hers.

I turn my attention to Jonathan's father trying to make some more sense of the situation at hand. "So what do you think could have caused something like this?" I ask, concerned for Jon and his family.

"Well," he says to me, "I'm not completely sure to be honest. She had seemed like herself until she stopped wanting to eat. She said her body just rejected it and that she didn't want to throw up anymore. I have no idea what's causing this but the doctor said the test results should help, but they won't get here until next week sometime. So, they're going to keep her under observation and feed her through a tube to try and get her body back up where it needs to be."

I look over at Jon. He's crying really hard and he has his head on his mothers chest. I can feel my heart break inside while I think about what would happen if my mom was in a situation like this.

I walk over to him and put my arms around his waist, which was a little challenging since he was in a chair, but I managed to snake my arms around his firm waist and squeeze him, reassuring him that I would never leave his side. He looks over at me with tears running down his face and a smile on his lips. He stands up and pulls me with him into a hug. His hands now around my waist and mine around his neck. He whispers into my ear and it sends shivers down my spine.

"I love you so much," he whispers.

"I love you Jonathan," I whisper back into his ear and squeeze as tight as I can.

We wave goodbye to his dad, and tell him to keep us updated if anything changes and that we'll be back tomorrow. We walk out of the hospital and back to Jon's car. We get in and just sit there for a minute. I look over and grab his hand. He turns and looks at our hands and intertwines our fingers then looks up at me and stares into my eyes. His blue eyes are connecting with my hazel ones and I can see everything he's feeling right in that moment.

Sadness, Happiness, Sorrow, Love, and Lust.

He grabs my face and pushes our lips together. At first, I wanted to pull away, this was happening too quickly. I told him I wanted things to go slower, but in this moment, there was nothing more I wanted them to make him feel better and not have to worry about anything else in the world. Like it was just us. Together. Connected.

I pull back slowly when he tries to gain access with his tongue. I'm not sure how I'm feeling at that point. He looks at me with regret and pain.

"Fuck! Gavin I'm so fucking sorry... I didn't mean for that to happen... I just needed to feel something other than the pain and hurt of possibly losing my mother," he says in a frantic slur of words. I turn to look at him and grab his face. I pull our faces together until our lips are locked. After a few seconds, we pull away and I make the biggest mistake of my life.

"I'm always here to make you feel better Jonathan. Always. Whenever you need me, whatever you need from me, I'll be here babe." I hadn't realized what I said until after I said it. I was trying to think of how to explain to him that it isn't how I meant it, but by the time I figure it out, were pulling out of the parking garage and are on our way out. He grabs me hand and locks our fingers together. I forget whatever I was thinking in that moment and lay my head against his firm shoulder, the warmth and firmness of his body make me feel safe and content, like I could lay in this moment forever and nothing could ruin it.

That is, until I start to drift asleep...

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 28, 2016 ⏰

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