Alex's Nirvana

Alex

Jonathon walks in, looking shocked and confused, much like I was a few hours ago, now I’m just desperate to hear anything from the doctors; it’s been forever since we last got an update.
My old friend that I once used to call Johnny but now call him by his full name, Jonathon, because I currently despise him for taking my girl, sees all of us sitting down, filling up the waiting room with even more of nirvana’s relatives, some I just met for the first time like her cousin in college and her uncle who lives in Toronto while we live in Ottawa. There are many other people here but they all seem irrelevant to me.
Jonathon sits down next to me and asks me for an update; I give it to him bitterly while looking straight ahead, avoiding eye contact.
“Alex, look at me.” Jonathon demands and that tone of his may have worked on me in the seventh grade but right now, it doesn’t do anything.
“I’d rather not, thank you very much.” I reply back sarcastically.
“Can we talk? I have something important I need to tell you, again.” He tries again and I fall for it, what if it is something important?
I get up and walk around and Jonathon follows me, we walk to an empty room, away from her family, and I let Jonathon tell me whatever it is that is so important.
“I was with her this morning,” he pauses. “It’s amazing how much can happen in an hour.” He stops again.
“Is that what you came here to tell me? that life is mysterious and shocking and one minute you’re here and alive and healthy then next thing you know you’re on an operating table somewhere, because believe me I  know it already, I’ve had all morning to think about how fragile someone’s life truly is.” I snap.
“that’s not what I came to say, nirvana kept on saying that something was going to happen today, that she could feel it, she said she always had a sixth sense for when storms were drawing near, and she didn’t mean actual storms, she meant them metaphorically. She was going to take the back road to school, the one she’s been using to avoid you, but she didn’t, she ditched me to walk on your regular route and that’s when she saw you. She literally gasped randomly and said she had to go, and then she went running to you. she could’ve avoided you and she could’ve took the long way round but she didn’t, she knew that something was going to happen to you and that just tells me that she’s not over you and she probably won’t ever be over you, that’s why I’m stepping down, she’s all yours, I mean she was always all yours, but now I’m not going to stand in your way anymore.” Jonathon and I share an awkward moment of silence before I choose to speak.
I want more details, “what exactly happened this morning?” Jonathon opens his mouth to answer but he is interrupted by mike, he comes running in to tell us nirvana is out of surgery and in a room. Jonathon and I both run out of the solitary room we were in and run after mike.
My heart beats crazily; thank God I’m in a hospital because this feels like I am going through cardiac arrest or like a recovering junkie in the middle of a meth lab, well I sort of am since nirvana is my drug and I haven’t really been in her presence in so long, all I have been doing since I last saw her was dwell on the past, but what else is new?
I reach nirvanas room, breathless and sweaty. She has been placed in a private room, and I only see a glimpse of what’s behind the slightly open door that is keeping me form seeing her. The room is painted peach and already has fresh flowers waiting for her, roses, but nirvana hates roses, she likes tulips.
I decide that nirvana deserves better so I quickly go out and search for tulips.