Play Hard

Chapter 17

Jonathan pov.

"Day 36. It's been over a month now, Evan. I've been visiting you every day. The doctors have even asked me to help cleaning you, so once every other day I shave you and other stuff, so you'll look nice when you wake up to me again. You're the last thing on my mind when I go to bed and the first when I wake up. I've got permission to sleep with you some night because I stay over to late at night, keeping you company. I hope you don't mind that I sleep in your bed with you, it's nice to listen to your heartbeat, it gives me hope. Today I've been reading a little for you again, from my favorite book "Will Grayson, Will Grayson" and I hope that you'll read it too once you wake up. The doctors think it's sweet that I come over to take care of you and they have learned my name by now. I've even told them about us and you, but I've kept some stuff about me personal, so they don't think I'm a maniac."
I've bought a diary and every day when I'm about to go home from the hospital, I write about my day, so that when Evan wakes up he can read it and if he wakes up and I'm not there, then he'll know that I've been with him all the way through. I'll always be there for him, always, even if he doesn't know it.
"Day 42. Today... I'm sad... The doctors said that we might think of pulling the plug, but I said you need more time. I guess that's it for today. Now that they've said that, I never want to leave your side ever again. Remember when you said to me that you heal fast? I guess you don't heal as fast as I hoped you would."
Leaving Evan at the hospital today was the hardest thing I've ever done. I was screaming on the inside, so much I thought people could hear me because walking home in the rain, people were staring at me. What the fuck are you looking at?! I wasn't crying, so, was it my eyes, were they glowing? I couldn't tell. I walked over to a park and sat down on a bench, it was getting dark but I could see clearly, so by that my eyes were glowing. I tucked my hands in the pocket of my hoodie and exhaled and I could see my breath in the cold weather. Suddenly I caught a scent and I felt a twitch in my nails, that were growing out. Ryan? What is he doing out this late? I got up and followed the park's trail and found Ryan sitting on the grass by the lake, with the moonlight shining brightly in it. I walked over to him and I wasn't even that close when I suddenly heard him. "Hey, Jon. Why are you here?" Ryan said. I walked over and sat down beside him, with my knees curled up to my chest. "Well, I guess I needed some fresh air and then I caught your scent." I replied and I looked at him, but he was staring at the moon. "Can you even see the moon?" I asked him out of curiosity. "Yeah, actually, I can see more than you think, like you, the lake and yes, the moon, it's pretty." He said and his eyes shined a bright white. "How are you holding up, Jon?" He asked and looked right at me. "I miss him..." I said and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. "I do too. I haven't been myself either. I keep going invisible and I can't control it, Evan always helped when things like that happened to me." He said and I could see he was on the edge of tear too. "It's like we can't function normally without him." Ryan said and laid back on the grass, looking at the night sky above us. "Yeah, true." I said and laid back too, with my hands behind my head.
"Day 45. I met Ryan at the park the other day. When I left the hospital that night I felt like I needed fresh air and suddenly I met him by the lake. He misses you too and he said he can't function without you either. Today I've given you a bath and shaved you, I've even cut your hair, but it's not as good as it used to be, I'm sorry about that, I did my best. It seems like every time I get here I need to fight for you and I'll always do that, till the day I die, because you've fought for me. I believe in you, not like the doctors and at times I feel like they're against us."
"Day 47. I'm sorry, but coming here every day and having the doctors telling me your chances are small... I... I've been getting to the bottle and I've even started smoking. You don't wanna know what I'm smoking, but don't worry, I can handle it. I know you'll be disappointed in me if you were awake. But I wouldn't have started if you weren't in a coma. I'm not saying it's your fault, but you're the reason to why I'm a mess. I still have faith in you, I'll always have and you know that, but I'm fucking scared that I'll end up alone forever. I haven't been going to school either and people have texted and called me, asking where I am and how I'm holding up. You'll be happy to know that Craig and Tyler are still together, but they won't ever forgive me and I understand that."

Luke pov.

I got home from school and I couldn't find Jon anywhere. He wouldn't pick up his phone or answer my texts. He's been gone for a day or two, so I called the hospital to hear if he was still there. "Hey, I'm calling to hear if my friend Jonathan is there? He visits a patient named Evan every day." I said to the nurse on the phone. "Actually, I'm sorry to say this, we've tried to find any contact or relation to him because he overdosed yesterday night on some drugs that we're still not sure of. We found him on the floor in Evan's room." The nurse said and I could feel my whole body stiffen up. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT JON! I threw my phone in the wall and ran out to my car and drove as fast as I could to the hospital. I ran into the reception and asked for Jon and was led to his room. I asked if he was okay and if they had figured out what kind of drugs it was. "He is stable and we found a big mix of sleeping pills and painkillers, but we managed to get it out and now he can wake up any moment, so it's good you're here." The nurse said and left me in his room. I took a chair and sat down beside his bed. "You stupid fucking idiot." I mumbled out, but to my surprise, I got an answer. "I can hear you." I heard Jon say with a very rusty voice. He didn't open his eyes to look at me. "Well, good because you are." I said and raised my voice a little. He turned his head and finally looked at me. "Please, can you do me a favor? I need you to look if Evan is okay." He said and a tear fell from his eye, down his cheek. "Yeah, okay, sure." I got up, left Jon and walked to Evan's room. His room was dark and there were flowers, books, pillows, and blankets everywhere. It was obvious that Jon had spent all his time here. I found a diary on the desk and I turned some of the pages. He has been writing every day?! The last page was from yesterday and his handwriting was a blur, you could hardly see the letters. That must have been right before the drugs kicked in. Some of the pages had small spots on them and I assumed that it was his tears. "He really loves you, you know that?" I said out loud in the room and I suddenly saw Evan's fingers twitching. I quickly got a chair and sat down. "He loves you." and right when I said that his fingers moved again.