wrong number // kiani

fourteen

Will//

I was waiting patiently in the waiting room, so scared to hear the news. Then I noticed one of the doctors come out and started walking towards me.

"Alright," He began. I started to tense up a little bit and prepare myself for anything.

"I understand you're a friend of Jordan Bayani, yes?" He asked me. I nodded my head to say "yes", and I could start to feel tears coming and I haven't even heard anything yet. I started to bite my nails, and I put both of my legs up on my chair, hugging them.

"Well, he passed out earlier and we think he might not make it. His stab wounds are rather deep and he's lost a lot of blood, despite it being only 2 stabs in the shoulder. There's definitely a chance of survival, however it's not that big of a chance. We're hoping we can heal him and get him better just as much as you are, we'll update you. We might have to give him a few stitches to conceal the stab area to prevent more blood loss. He'll probably be here for a few days at the most, if you wanted to rent a hotel. I understand you're not from the area." He told me. I could feel myself crying.

"T-thanks for the update." I stuttered. That's all I could get out. I ran to the bathroom and started full on crying.

Why am I crying about this? I met him over text. I barely even know him. We've been talking for 2 months, and our conversations our never long. He doesn't even like me anyway. But I care about him, and I guess, I love him.

I got out my phone and texted him. I know he can't read it, but I just wanted to tell him.

will: jordan i know you're not reading this, or i know you can't read this

will: but i'm here. i've been here for a few hours. the doctor just gave me the update.

will: i don't know how to function. they said there's a chance of you surviving, but it's not very big. 

will: but i hope you do survive

will: because, 

will: i love you