TFIOS: Alternative Ending

Chapter 2

I stayed in the hospital for 3 more weeks, just so the doctors could be sure i was okay. Sure. I was okay. Physically at least. But inside, this felt like a 10. I still cant bring myself to believe that Gus was just a figure of my imagination; a dream. Of course, it was a beautiful dream that cannot be described with words, but the result absolutely stinks. I feel like my heart was ripped out, threw on the road, run over, and then put back into my chest upside down.

My parents still don't get it. They feel bad, and they try to help, but nothing they do, unless they bring Gus back, will ever help. It feels like deja vu. My mother thinks i am becoming depressed, and she tells me everyday to go to support group. i used to go, i think. I'm really not sure about anything anymore.

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Just to get my mother to stop begging, I'm going to support group. i don't want to, i don't want to see anyone right now. but i really don't want to listen to my mother begging me anymore. when i get there, i take my seat directly across from patrick. i don't see anyone i used to know, so I figure everything and anything i knew about this place wasn't real. except for patrick. i don't think anyones mind could dream of a character like patrick.

I have been thinking so much, that I hadn't realized Patrick had asked me a question. Confused, i look up at him. "Im sorry, what?" i say. "We were wondering how you were doing, weren't we guys?" Everyone responds in a robot-like voice saying yes. "Um, I guess Im okay, just tired, thats all." And confused, angered, sad, and i also kind of wish I was still in a coma. "Well, let Hazel Grace hear it." I barely hear them say "Were here for you Hazel," He just called me Hazel Grace. No one calls me Hazel Grace. Only Gus called me Hazel Grace. But Gus isn't here to call me anything, let alone Hazel Grace. I give a faint smile to Patrick to make him think I am encouraged, or something.

I don't pay attention to anything around me for the next 20 minutes. Im still thinking. Why would he call me Hazel Grace? I decide to tell him its just Hazel. When support group is over, i walk up to him. "Just Hazel, please." i say, avoiding his stare. "No one calls me Hazel Grace." he looks somewhat hurt, but he says "Okay, just Hazel" and as i walk away, i swear i hear him mutter, "except Gus," but thats impossible, so i conclude that it was just my imagination.