Why Don't We|boyxboy one-shots

Signed, Zach Pt. 1❊Jonah x Zach

•JONAH'S POV•
If you ever hear someone complaining about being in the hospital, chances are, they're not lying. I would know since I've been here for a while now. 5 months to be specific.
I arrived here 5 months ago with complaints of a pain in my arm. After a few tests, the results were clear.
Leukemia.
A few weeks ago, I was able to get the bone marrow transplant I needed to remove the cancer. Unfortunately, the surgery put me at a higher risk for infection, meaning I have to stay in the hospital for a while under close watch.
When I was told that I had cancer, my mom was surprisingly the one who was hit the hardest by it. My father and sisters passed away in a car crash many years ago, and now I'm all that my mom has. Just the knowledge that she could lose me caused her to go into some sort of frantic, panicky state where she was willing to do anything she could to protect me. It's died down a bit over the past 5 months, but she still refuses to let anyone into my hospital room, and rarely visits me because she still has trouble accepting the fact that I'm ill.
For that very reason, it gets quite lonely in here. My days are spent watching YouTube videos and replying to old friends on Twitter. At the beginning, I used to Skype them every day. But over time, we realized that it just wasn't the same anymore, and I haven't seen any of their faces for at least 3 months. It sounds depressing, and believe me, it is. But I've discovered many ways to entertain myself over the months, and I've fully accepted that this is my life now. Or at least, until I'm released. I'm just praying to God that the cancer doesn't return.
I hear a quiet knock on the door before it cracks open, and my nurse, Angie, steps inside. She's been here all 5 months and we've grown really close considering I have no one else to talk to except my mom.
"Hey Jonah. I know it's rather unusual, but someone left a note for you," she says, walking over to my bed and handing me a crisp white envelope. I move my laptop to the side and carefully take the envelope from her hands, examining it to see who it could be from. There's no writing on the outside indicating who it could be from though, leaving me completely and utterly confused.
"Who is it from?" I ask, looking back up at her face. She just shrugs.
"I'm really not sure. It was left at the front desk. I would stay to see what it has to say, but I have another patient to tend to. See ya, Jo." I frown as she exits the room, quickly diverting my attention back to the envelope in my hands. I carefully stick my finger under the seal, pealing it open. Inside is a folded up piece of printer paper with a paragraph of writing on it. I'm even more confused now, as my friends don't talk to me very often, and when they do, it's always through a text message, not a letter. I just shrug and begin to read over the typed up words on the page.
Hi Jonah,
I really hope your not creeped out at all by this letter, but I'm Zach. In case you don't remember me (which I'm almost positive you don't - I'm not very memorable), I sat behind you in Physics. Not that it really matters. Anyways, your probably wondering why I'm writing this letter to you, and that would be a valid question. Well I was in physics today and I noticed that something seemed off. It ended up being that some new kid sat in your old seat, the one that had been empty for the past 5 months that you've been gone. And I remembered that you were still in the hospital and I felt like checking up on you. When I asked my mom what hospital you were at, she looked at me like I was crazy, but that's whatever. I just wanted to check up on you because I feel like it gets lonely in there. I don't want to make you feel obligated to respond, but if you decide to, my address is 1863 Oakwood St. Anyways, I should probably go now. I have physics homework to do.
Good luck and I hope you feel better.
Signed,
Zach
I can't help but smile at the kind gesture. I'm a bit confused, but the excitement of the fact that someone actually feels like talking to me overrides it. I dig far back into my memories to see if I can recall seeing Zach in my physics class. Unfortunately, no memories seem to come to mind. Maybe I'll have to ask him for a picture. But for now, I think it would be nice to write back. I grab my backpack from the ground next to my bed and pull out a black notebook, flipping to the first empty page. I grab a sharpened pencil and begin writing.
Dear Zach,
While your letter took me by complete surprise, I feel honored that after all these months, someone actually feels like talking to me. I don't really realize how lonely I am anymore since all real human interaction I get is so rare, I forget what it feels like. I might be exaggerating a bit since it's only been 5 months, but still.
I appreciate your concern, and fortunately I am slowly getting better. Maybe I'll be back at school soon. I can't be sure since I'm still recovering from my bone marrow transplant and the leukemia may still come back, but I have hope. Since it's been a while since I've been at school though, I do have a few questions if you don't mind answering them.
1. Does Mrs. Martin ACTUALLY hit her students with rulers, or was that some stupid rumor?
2. Has jack asked Daniel out yet? Last time I checked, the entire school was on his back about it.
3. Does anyone actually notice I'm gone?
Anyways, thanks once again for writing to me. I hope you write back soon!
Sincerely, Jonah
I tear the page out of the notebook before folding it neatly into a square. Since I don't have any envelopes, I just tape it together and write his address on the front. I press the button next to my bed to signal for a nurse. Angie enters the room a few minutes later, a smile on her face.
"Anything you need Jonah?" She asks, walking over to my bed.
"Can you get this mailed for me?" I ask, handing her the folded piece of notebook paper. She looks at me slightly confused but just nods and takes the note carefully from my hand. "Thanks Angie," I say, smiling and laying back down in my bed.
"I'm assuming this is some sort of response to the letter I delivered earlier," she guessed pointing to the opened envelope on my bedside table.
"Yeah, it was a kid from my physics class," I reply. She gives me one of her famous smiles before leaving to go get the letter delivered. And I may or may not have been waiting excitedly for the next week, waiting for a response.

It's almost a week later and I'm still waiting for a response. I have begun to doubt that he will actually respond because it might all just be a prank. But the mere thought of a new friend keeping me company in this dull place is enough to keep me on the edge of my seat, well, hospital bed.
I've been on my laptop for the past hour or so, rewatching some shows on Netflix. Pretty boring, but there's not much else here for me to do. That is until I hear a familiar voice outside my door asking to come in.
"Yeah?" I ask, clicking pause on my show and pulling out an earbud. The door cracks open revealing Angie standing excitedly with another letter.
"Guess who responded?" She exclaims, placing the envelope in front of me. Over the past week, Angie has made me tell her everything I knew about "this Zach kid." After telling her that he was just an old classmate that decided to be kind and reach out to me, she insisted that it was going to end up being some cheesy 'Fault in Our Stars' romance story despite the fact that neither of us planning on dying anytime soon and Zach is perfectly healthy.
I roll my eyes at how excited Angie seems before motioning with my hand for her to leave the room.
"Alright, alright. I'll leave. But you better inform me with the details later," she chirps, exiting the room with a smirk. I can't help but smile as she leaves, happy that Angie and I's friendship goes past that of a normal nurse-patient relationship (no, not like that you dirty minded fucker). I tear the adhesive off of the envelope and unfold the note it contains, scanning over the typed up words.
Hey Jonah! I'm so glad you responded!
First of all, don't worry. I'm happy to write to you, and I definitely hope that we can become friends because I'm more than happy to keep you company (even if it's only with letters). You sound like you're going through a whole lot and you deserve as many friends as you can get to help you through this. I know it's a bit soon, but if you do ever have ANYTHING you need to get off your chest, feel free to tell me. As for the questions?
1. Fortunately, no. The rumor was just spread by some kid who saw red marks on Josh Devlin's back while they were changing in the locker rooms. Turns out, Josh is just in an...interesting relationship with Max Turner...and let's just say he likes being hit by daddy, not Mrs. Martin ;)
2. Thank god yes. For like, a month after you left, NO ONE would stop talking about it. Jack eventually gave in and asked. Daniel wasn't surprised in the slightest. They're my OTP now.
3. Of course. I mean, I wrote to you for the sole reason that I noticed you were gone. Your old friends still talk about you sometimes, and so do the teachers. We all wish you were here :)
Well, that's all for now. I've got to get to class, but I hope to hear from you soon!
Signed,
Zach
And so I wrote back again.
Zach,
I don't think you realize how amazing it is to finally feel cared for by someone. Thanks again, and thanks for answering my questions. If you wouldn't mind answering, I have a few more...

And as soon as the next letter was placed in front of Jonah later that week, he knew he finally found someone he could count on.

YEE! I finally updated. Sorry it's crappy, but at least I didn't kill anyone...yet
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HAHA JK! Or am I...
ANYWAYS! STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO! That's all I gotta say. Adios my friends xxx