Zonah

PLEASE•BE•OKAY

Jonah's POV

Zach's phone had started to ring so he answered it. After a couple of seconds he dropped his phone onto the ground and he started to silently cry, but was frozen still.

I picked up his phone and put it to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Hello, I'm Nurse Jessica. What happened to the young man I was just talking to?" The lady on the phone asked.

"He's um currently unavailable. What happened?" I questioned her while pulling Zach into a hug because he was now sobbing into my chest.

"Are you related to Mr. Herron as well as the young man?" She asked me. If I said no, she would not be able to give me any information, so I had to lie.

"The young man you were just talking to, is his son. I'm his son's boyfriend." I said. I kind of wished that was true, and not a lie.

"Okay. Your boyfriends father, has been involved in a car crash. He was severely hurt, and is currently in surgery. We need you to get to the hospital as soon as you can." She said to me with sympathy and sorrow in her voice.

"Okay. We're on our way." I said. She said okay and to drive safe, and I ended the phone call.

"Zach come on" I said softly, "We have to go to the hospital to see your dad."

"O-o-okay" he said still sobbing into chest. I put our plates, bowls, and cups into the sink before I walked over to the still crying Zach.

I put his and my phone into my pant pockets before picking Zach up. He wrapped his legs around my waist crying into my shoulder. I walked us out to my car and I carefully placed him into the front passenger seat buckling him in.

I ran to the drivers side and got in. I buckled up and started to drive to the hospital. I kept my left hand on the steering wheel, and I connected my right hand with Zach's left, hoping he would calm down a little. I rubbed the pad of my thumb over top of the back of Zach's hand.

After ten long minutes, we finally made it to the hospital. I handed Zach one of my sweatshirts that was in the back of my car. I gave it to him because he's still wearing his clothes from earlier and I don't want him to feel insecure. He slid it over his head and out it on as I got out of the car and walked over to his side of the car. My sweatshirt reached to his knees and gave him sweater paws.

I opened the car door and helped Zach out of the car because he could barely stand. Zach was shaking and crying so much I got scared for him so I held his hand. We started walking to the entrance of the hospital and Zach let go of my hand only to wrap his arms around my waist continuing to walk with me.

We walk into the hospital and walk over to the front desk. We waited in the short two person line until it was our turn

"Hi. We're here for Josh Herron. This is his son and I'm his son's boyfriend" I said quickly.

"He's still in surgery, go to the fifth floor, and wait in the waiting room. He should be out of surgery within the next few hours" The front desk lady said. I thanked her and walked to the elevator with Zach.

When we got on the elevator, Zach grip tightened around me. I remember he said he was scared of elevators, but this was the quickest way to the fifth floor.

"Hey" I said looking down at Zach. He looked up at me with tears still pooling out of his eyes. "It's going to be okay. Don't worry, your dad is a strong man" I tell him.

"I- I know. I just hope he's going to be o-okay. He's the only family I have left." Zach said. I just nodded my head.

"Be strong. That's what he would want right now. Be strong for your dad" I say. This time he's the one who nods his head yes. I give him a kiss on his temple hugging him and rubbing his back.

Ding!

We make it to the fifth floor and see that it's mostly deserted. There is just a mom and a son signing papers for what I'm guessing is for her son's new looking cast.

Zach and I walked over to the rows of chairs I sit down expecting Zach to sit down next to me, but instead, he start pacing around with tears still lightly falling down his face. He maybe does this about five more times before I grab his hand.

He turns to look at me.

"What if he doesn't make it Jo" Zach says falling to his knees with his head in his hands.

"Hey," I spoke softly, "he's going to make it. He's going to be okay. It's going to be okay" I say to him. I pick him up off the ground and sit back down with him in my lap. He puts his head on my chest, and silently cries.

I was really hoping to ask him out this weekend but that might not happen because of this. Which I'm totally okay with because his dad is more important, but I just want to be able to kiss him on the lips telling him that's it's going to be okay. I want to be able to tell him that I love him so much.

It sucks how fast an amazing day could turn into such a tragic one.

"Family of Josh Herron" A doctor said walking out of a room. Zach quickly stood up and walked over to the doctor so I followed him.

"I-I'm his son" Zach said when he reached the doctor, with me not far behind.

Zach's POV

"And who are you?" The doctor asks looking at Jonah.

"He's my dad's friend's son, also my boyfriend" I say quickly hoping to hear the news on my dad already.

"Well, your father has made it through the surgery successfully, but he is currently in a coma. The test results we have taken, say he should be waking up from his coma within a few weeks, to months." The doctor said.

"Oh... okay. Well thank you." I said shaking his hand wiping my eyes with my other hand. He was about to leave until I stopped him.

"Sorry, but do you know who the other driver was?" I asked trying to find out who did this to my dad.

"It was some woman. She had brown hair and eyes, and she was driving a silver mini van. It apparently is a hit and run because bystanders said that the other car drove off." The doctor said.

"Okay. Thank you" I tell him.

"You're welcome. and you two can go see him, just be quiet. He's in room 513" The doctor said before walking away to attend to other work.

"Please be okay" I whisper to myself. Before power walking over to room 513. I stand outside of the door hesitantly hovering my hand over the door knob.