☆why don't we imagines☆

please •2 [j.p]

jake paul

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previously...

a doctor comes out, a clipboard in hand.

jake looks up at him hopeful, as do the rest of us.

other people in the waiting room look up as well.

"y/n y/l/n?" the doctor says.

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jake's pov

"y/n y/l/n?" the doctors says.

"yes," i immediately respond.

he walks over to me.

the rest of the gang watches us at full attention.

"well, i have an update on y/n. she is in critical condition, i'm sorry to inform you."

my heart drops.

"she is still currently asleep. we don't know when she will wake up."

"she will wake up though, right?" i ask.

"yes. she will. but, she is in critical condition, as i said. she has bruised ribs, a broken arm, bruised and cuts all over her."

"can we go in and see her?"

"yes, you may."

i look over at the others, signaling to them that we could go.

we all get up, and follow the doctor to y/n's room.

the doctor stops in front of a door, and steps aside.

i take a deep breath, closing my hand around the door knob.

i stop hesitantly.

i feel a hand go onto my shoulder.

"you can do this," tristan says.

i nod, and open the door.

i walk in, and break down inside.

i try to hide it though.

y/n lays in the hospital bed, with many machines attached to her.

her arm is in a cast, and i can see countless bruises and cuts with dried blood on her arms.

i hate seeing her like this, it breaks my heart.

i sit down in a chair next to her, taking her hand in mine.

i move my thumb on her hand, making small circles.

i stare at her, watching her sleep.

the others sit down as well.

we all spend a good hour with y/n.

eventually, the gang leaves, to give me some time alone with y/n.

i look at her, then break down into tears.

"y/n, i miss you. so goddamn much. you have no idea. these past few days have been absolute hell without you. i haven't left this hospital. i haven't eaten, i haven't slept. please wake up. you have no idea how much i need you in my life. you make me so happy. whenever i'm with you, those are the times that i'm most happiest. i love you. i love you so much. please, i need you to wake up," i cry.

i move one of my hands to her head, gently brushing her hair.

i sit there for another hour, just talking to her, even though she can't hear me.

but i didn't care.

the doctor comes, and tells me i have to leave the room.

i stand up, and walk a few steps.

i stop, and turn around.

"i love you," i say, then leave the room.