Jon Cozart's POV
His hair is a tangled mess. Stitches across part of his forehead. There is a line of bruises along his neck, where the seatbelt was. His chest rises and falls. The nurse sets a hand on my shoulder and walks out.
First, I take a seat. Next, I watch as he breathes, counting each one. I then fix his hair. I sweep it to the side, and it makes me smile. Tracing my finger along his forehead, Thomas doesn't move.
"I don't know if you can hear me Thomas. But I want to tell you something," my voice shakes.
A wave of emotions rush over me, and my eyes start to sting. I see Thomas's hand resting on the side of the bed. I touch it with a single finger, before holding it in my own.
"I'm sorry. I didn't stop you. I'm sorry we argued, I'm so so sorry I didn't save you. I'm sorry I didn't-"
A hiccup rises in my throat and I stop.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I feel."
The tears fall faster, staining the white blanket and falling on Thomas's freckled hand. I hold it tighter, folding into myself.
A sudden movement at the door sends me boltright. I look over my shoulder to see a figure in the doorway.
Tyde stands there with his arms crossed, staring at me with pure rage.
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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...
