The Boss has a Master (H2Ovanoss)

Chapter 23

"LET ME GO!!! I NEED TO SEE HIM!!!" I cried out as Marcel and a few nurses held me back. "Sir you have to calm down, we are trying our best." One of the nurses told me as I cried and gave up, holding onto Marcel tightly.

Derrick, Sam, and their dad walked in the emergency room and saw me crying in Marcel's arms on the floor while Tyler, Craig and Luke stood there with a sad expression.

"I just want to see him..." I cried out on his chest, wetting his sweater. "Shh Evan, calm down. You're not alone." Marcel whispered against my ear as he rocked me back and forth.

I can't lose him! I can't lose my last string of happiness! My last string of sanity! My last string hanging my broken heart! I JUST CAN'T FUCKING LOSE HIM!!!!

"Come on Evan, lets go sit down and get comfy. He is going to be okay." I heard Marcel tell me as he helped me get up and take me to a nearby chair next to Craig.

I'm gonna fucking kill myself if he dies...I want to be right next to his side for the rest of my life until I die with him. What are some easy and fast ways to kill myself? Hanging? No... Cutting? No... Starving? No... Jumping off a building? No... Shooting my head? Yes...

"Evan has been awfully quiet for a long time. I think he might be having bad thoughts." I heard Craig tell the others as I laid there on his laps with a expressionless face.

I look over at the clock that hanged up at the wall and it read 8:54 pm. I must of had been in deep thought like about three hours. That's a new record.

"Evan don't start giving up on him. They are still helping him." Tyler told me as he got on his knees and stroked my face. "I'm pretty sure I will never have a happy ending in my life." I mumbled as I look up at his teary eyes that were slight red and puffy. He must of had been crying.

Heh...a tough looking guy like him sure has soft sensitive feelings.

A nurse walked in the waiting room and asked out loud. "Mr. Dennis family and friends?" I immediately get up and head over towards her. "Is be okay?" I asked her quickly with worry in my voice. "He is okay, you can see him right now. Unfortunately he is in a coma and we don't know when he is gonna wake up." She told me sorrow in her voice but of course I nodded and told her to show me where he is.

The others follow behind while I speed walked all the way to a door that had the number 420 on it. She slowly opened the door, revealing a bright white room and one twin bed with the live of my life laying there with tubes, wires, bandages, and stitches all on and in him.

When I walked up to him I could see all the damage and pain he might of had felt or might be feeling right now closer. His eyes were shut closed and his fluffy hair was all messy and tangled up.

I pulled a chair up by his side and sat down, resting my hand on his cold and pale hand that had a cast on its wrist. "What happened to him?" I asked the doctor that barely walked in just to make sure the machines were working.

"He was in a car crash in the middle of the woods. His car flipped and rolled down a hill, leaving it all crushed and destroyed. I'm just surprised that he managed to survive all of that. Some hikers found him and managed to call help right on time." He told me as I just sat there, staring at Jon's bruised face that had a mask on his mouth and nose which had a tube attached to it.

"Some detectives will come in and tell you guys the rest of the story."

"But this isn't a story, this is reality." I mumbled low almost like a whisper so that he wouldn't hear me.

He soon left leaving me here with Jon and the others that sat or stood there. Lui then came over with Brock, they both had a frown on their faces. It was really quiet in here that Derrick had to step out for a bit.

Tears soon started to slide down my face as I just stared at his face, seeing nothing, but the scars and the bruises on it. I did not think that this will happen, but now I'm here in a hospital room with a sleeping Jonathan on the bed and no one knows when he will open those beautiful eyes of him.

It was now 12:15 am and everyone were starting to leave. The only one left was me, Luke, and Marcel. Luke would sometimes tell me that it was time to go, but I would always deny it and tell him that I want to stay a bit longer.

"Evan, you can't stay here any longer. It's the hospital rules." He told me as he suddenly picked me up, catching me off guard and I start to kick around. "No! I want to stay!" I cried out as I reached out for my love as Marcel just stood there with a sad expression.

The ride back home was quiet while in my mind I was screaming and yelling, wanting to stay by his side. God why did this had to happen right when our wedding is near.

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I stared at his laying pale figure on the cold and hard hospital bed. Seeing how blood pumped in and out of him every minute. Tubes and wires were connected to his heart and a small pump was going up and down, helping him breathe normally.

"You are only causing more trouble to Evan. If only you would just die instead." I mumbled as I came up to his side and put my green gloves on. I grab one of the breathing tubes and ripped it out of his body seeing a bit of blood start to form and gush out.

"Go to hell you piece of shit." I mumbled as I head over the half open window and jump out before taking a last glance to this guy.

Piece of shit.

(A/N: If you see any weird typos, BLAME IT ON AUTOCORRECT!!!)