Stuck in a Jam// Jamilton

Miracle

Alex's p.o.v

Tomorrow is the day he will be taken off of the machine.

It's almost been two weeks, his will said to be taken off in two weeks. Tomorrow.

He has to wake up. I need to tell him so much.

I'm running out of time, my time is probably up.
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Alex has been skipping school for the past week and a half. By Thomas's side all day and night.

Mr.Washington knew what Alex was doing. He passed by his dorm everyday, to ask around if he was back. He was always worried for his Alex, always on his case.

On the other side of the town, Alex was either pacing around in Thomas's room, or holding his hand, weeping. A week and a half has passed, when the doctor finally walked in with the papers and broke the silence.

"Mr.Hamilton, may we speak with you outside?"
Alex got up from his seat beside Thomas, already knowing what this was about.

"As you know, tomorrow is, um... The last day."

Alex looked away. "Y-yeah, I know."

"I think it's time to say your goodbyes."

Alex abruptly looked up, "What d-do you mean. We can't lose hope yet! Y-you guys are doctors, d-do something!"

"We are doing everything we can sir. I promise. Take a break. We'll watch him. But we hope you know that... T-that it might be too late."

Alex ran as fast as he could. He couldn't believe what these people were saying. He wasn't going to give up.

Are they kidding me... He's going to wake up, he... He better wake up. These people don't believe in hope. They believe in medicine, but their calculations, are wrong.

He WILL wake up.
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