Jon Cozart's POV
But then the colors return, along with the sound. I get a second of bliss, where my memory stays blank. But when it returns, it hits hard.
My head is heavy, so I hold it in my hands.
"You okay kid?" I hear a voice ask.
I sit up and notice I am in the back seat of a police car. I shake my head, and the police man nods.
"It's hard watching someone that young struggle. Let me tell you it never gets easier."
"Is he okay?" I ask, my voice raspy.
"Hard to say," he glances up in his rearview mirror as he takes a left turn, "We haven't pinpointed how he got into the accident..."
He was drunk.
"-we're doing the best we can."
"But that's not enough! I-It's not enough!"
"Kid, I realize your friend is hurt, but we really are doing as much as we can."
"I just...I just want to know if he's okay."
"I know kid, it's hard seeing the ones you love struggle. Just hold on for him, okay?"
What Thomas doesn't know is that I have been holding on for him this whole time.
"Can I see him?"
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Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)
Fanfiction:::"No Thomas! I'm done following you around like a lost puppy!" "Jon, you never-" "I'm done Tommy," his voice goes from angry to heartbroken, "I'm just done." "Jon? What are you..." "I said I'm done Thomas and I meant it." I hear him pick s...
