Crash and Burn (Jomas fan fiction) (On Hold 😕)

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Jon's POV

"Morgan..." I mumble in pain.
I open the only eye that'll cooperate. There's grass, metal, and blood around me. Where am I? Who am I? What happened? Oh, the crash. The events come flooding back, my conversation with Morgan, the announcements, texting Thomas, holding Morgan's hand as we came crashing down. "Morgan!" I see her, a few feet away from me. I crawl towards her, crying out in pain.

I extended my hand, ignoring the pain. I pat her face hoping for a response. Nothing. I use my index finger to feel for a pulse on her neck. She's alive.

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I wake up again with people around me. Who are these people? Where am I? Where's Thomas? Why isn't he with me?

"Thomas..?" I groan. No answer. Someone looking at me, tells me something but I don't hear it. "Thomas!? Where's Thomas!?" I ask as I'm placed in an ambulance. I look over to see Morgan on the gurney next to me. "Morgan. Morgan, wake up." I mumble the best I can, trying to talk. I try to sit up but I'm restrained.

I finally turn my attention to the medic who is probably about to put me to sleep. I reach for him to get his attention. He stops what he's doing to look at me. "Please. Please don't make me sleep. I don't want to. It happens again when I sleep. Please don't put me through that again." I plead pathetically. Every time I've blacked out, I crashed again in my dreams.

He nods sympathetically. "What's your name sir?"

"Jon, I think."

"Okay Jon, I know you don't want me to put you under but you can't be awake when you go into surgery."

The thought of going through that again made my heart race. Which just completely backfired on me. He had to put me under to keep me from bleeding out.

Darkness. Here we go again. But this time it was different. Now the roles were reversed. Dream:

Passengers, I hate to scare you like this, but you all need to prepare yourself for impact.

Thomas panicked as he tried to pull his knees to his chest. He too big for them to stay, he had to wrap his arms around his legs so that he stayed compacted. He tucked his head in just as the pilot lost complete control, and the plane began to fall from the sky. He started to hyperventilate. Anxiety attack, of course.

I watched as the attack got so bad he couldn't breathe, then they crashed.

Breaking News: Flight 250 from Florida has crashed. There are no survivors. Popular Vine star Thomas Sanders was one of many who's fates were taken from them in a matter of seconds.

I stared at the tv screen in disbelief. There must be a mistake. It has to be someone else. It has to be.

Ring! Ring!

Caller ID: Leo the Giant

"Hey Leo, can you believe they actually think that that's Thomas?" I ask.

"Jon..." He starts, sounding weak, but stops to clear his throat. "It is Thomas. He was on his way Cali to surprise you."

"Yeah ok." I say dramatically. "As much as I'd love for him to do that. He's way too busy to do that. So you can quit trying to trick me."

"Jon. I'm not messing with you. Thomas was on that plane."

"Leo. I'm not buying it. Watch I'm about to call him." I say and hang up.

I dial his number and call him.

"Hello? Who is this?" I'm asked by a voice I don't recognize.

"Um. Who is this? Where's Thomas?"

"This is Officer Johnson. Who's this?" Why does an Officer have his phone?

"This is Jon, Thomas's b-boyfriend." I stutter.

"Thomas Sanders?" Ok now I'm nervous.

"Yes sir."

"Well I hate to tell you this sir, but your boyfriend died this morning in the plane crash." He tells me sympathetically. Is this not a joke? The phone falls from my hand, hitting the hardwood floor. I fall to my knees.
No. No. No. This can't be happening. I start to cry, repeating one word over and over again. 'Thomas.'

"I'm here. I'm right here." I hear the voice of my boyfriend assure me.

"Thomas?" I croak. Opening the only eye that seems to be working. As soon as I see him next to me, I cry even more than I was.

"Hey, it's okay. It's over. I'm here. You're safe now."

I try to say something but I couldn't. I couldn't make a sound except for sobbing.