Gym Class Love [Book 1]

All My Days Were Spent By The Telephone

Mr. Way's P.O.V

It was a Tuesday in December. Actually, Tuesday, December 18 2018 at 12:24 p.m. that I got the call. The call that ended my life. Say what you want about about melodramatics, but I felt like my ribs were being ripped one by one from my body and that my heart was going to slam right out of my broken chest.

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Dr. Silva: "Hello, is this Christopher Way?"

Mr. Way: "Yea, can I ask who's calling?"

Dr. Silva: "This is Dr. Silva, Jesse Young's attending doctor.

Mr. Way: "Is he ok?!"

Dr. Silva: "Actually, I'm calling to inform you that we have been told to take him off the ventilators today at 5."

Mr. Way: "Can I visit him now?

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That's how I ended up telling the school to find me a sub, because something had come up and I needed to leave. I was currently sitting at Jesse's bedside begging him to wake up. Around 4 o'clock, Richard walked in. "I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now but he was my friend too." he said sadly while laying a hand on my shoulder. I used to feel so much from that touch, but now I felt nothing. The clock in the hall struck 4:30 p.m. and my crying picked up. Dobson who had taken up post standing across the room, arms folded, shifted his feet and looked away from me. I could see his shoulders shaking every now and then. He was crying. We sat in oppressive silence for what seemed like eternity until there was a knock at the door. "Hello, I'm Dr. Silva." I young man in his early thirties said. He talked with us a while about what would happen once they unplugged the machines. I started crying as the nurses surrounded the bed. Dobson held me back. "I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left. Jesse, you fucking wake up right now!" I was sobbing and I'm sure no one understood what I was saying. Dr. Silva cast a glance in my direction. "I'm so sorry." he mouthed to me. My breathing was hitched and I felt like I was dying. I had spent everyday for 6 months waiting for Jesse and now he was dying. "It's time." Dr. Silva announced looking at his watch. I couldn't even say anything. "Chris you need to breathe." Richard was looking at me with concern playing across his face. I tried to control my crying as I watched the nurses move toward the cords keeping Jess alive. They unplugged the ventilators and the other machines. Jesse's heart rate and blood pressure began to fall at a steady pace. Richard couldn't watch and looked away, but I stared at him. I gazed over every edge of his pale skin, his brown hair, and took him in. That's when I caught sight of the rise and fall of his chest. I thought I had just imagined it in my delusional state, but his heart beat picked up faintly. Then all of a sudden it became apparent to everyone, even Richard who still wasn't looking, that Jesse had woken up. He blinked a few times at the bright lights and then coughed. "C-chris?" he rasped out. I pushed through the nurses and fell at his bedside crying.

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AN- oh snap, Jesse's awake. I think this books only going to have a few more chapters. Next one is Mr. Young's. Comment what you think!!