•jonah•
"can i see her?" i spoke to the brown haired nurse at the desk. she looked up at me only to see the obvious pain in my eyes.
"i know you care about her so i'll let you. but only until around 1 am. just you." she spoke with a sympathetic smile as she handed me a small piece of paper with the room number on it.
"thank you so much." i said before slipping past the door. as i slowly walked down the hall, ignoring my own body pains, i looked down at the note too read the number. after memorizing the room number 23, i looked at every door i passed for the number, until i came to it.
my hand was trembling as my heart raced. i slowly turned the cold to touch doorknob and opened the door. the room was empty other than some machines, a chair or two, and a bed. in the bed lay the most beautiful girl i have ever laid eyes on. as i walked closer to her i could feel tears running down my face, but i let them fall. i pulled a chair over to the side of her bed and sat down. i took her ice cold hand in mine and held it there. even with her eyes closed she was stunning. her long natural eyelashes laid carelessly on her pale cheeks. the color was gone from her face and her hair laid perfectly on her collarbone and shoulders.
"megan." i spoke in a whisper. more tears fell at my own voice speaking her name.
"it's jo." i said even quieter as my voice cracked. i refused to say anything more so i just sat. everything was so quiet and lifeless without her adorable laugh filling up the room. i feel like i've known her for years, yet it's only been a week or so.
"i miss you." i said as i laid my head in my hands, still holding onto her fragile hand. the tears never stopped falling as i slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.
"jonah." a voice spoke quietly. i opened my eyes in hope of seeing her again. only to my disappointment, she still lay almost lifeless in the bed beside me. i wiped my tears as i looked up to the voice.
"jo we have to go." corbyn spoke as he laid his hand on my shoulder. i nodded and looked back down at the girl. i set her hand back down on the bed as i kissed her forehead, as she had when i was sick. she cares so much for people, that she tended to pretty much a stranger. she cared for me and didn't stop until i was better, even if it was just a cold or flu. she made me better. now i have to do the same for her. as my lips left her temple i got up out of the chair a corbyn wrapped his arm around my waist to help me up. it wasn't until the sharp pain that i even remembered that i was hurt. once i was up, i took one last look at megan before we left the room. corbyn shut the door as i started walking down the hallway.
"are you okay jo?" corbyn whispered as he appeared next to me. i shook my head as a single warm tear fell. i was really starting to get annoyed of these damn tears. we walked past the waiting room as corbyn gave the nurse a quick smile and opened the main door for me. i walked out into the dark as the cold air nipped at my arms. i didn't mind. i felt numb anyways.
"why did it have to be her? why not me?" i breathed as i looked over to corbyn. he looked at me with sympathy as he took his phone out of his pocket and called an uber.
in less than five minutes a silver subaru pulled up in front of us. corbyn and i got into the back as corbyn exchanged a quick hello with the driver. i looked out the window and before i knew it we were home. corbyn thanked the driver as i slipped out of the car and into the warm house.
as corbyn shut our front door i looked around. jack, zach, and alex were asleep on the biggest sofa in the living room, christina laid on the loveseat awake and on her phone, and daniel lay on the chair reading a book. after taking a good look at my friends i turned on my heel and walked up the spiraling staircase.
megan had told me how much she loves the stairs. hanging onto the railing, i walked up the stairs, ignoring my obvious pain. corbyn stood at the end of the stairs with christina on his arm. i mentally scoffed at the two. i don't know why i was mad. maybe because they could be happy together. i shook my head as i reached my bedroom. opening the door, i was greeted by the warm smell of my room. i smiled quickly but soon frowned at the previous memories that took place in this room. laying on my bed as a hoodie. not just any hoodie. the hoodie i lent megan one of the first days we met. i walked over to it and took it in my hands before slipping it over my head. with the warm hoodie on, i laid down in my bed and fell asleep, imagining megan singing to me once more. sad i know, but i was asleep.
authors note
thanks for reading. i kinda got teary eyed while writing. anyways THE BOYS SET THE ALBUM DATE!!! august 31st. 8 letters is such an amazing song and i'm in love with it. make sure to pre order the album as well as the book! comment and vote. question of the chapter: what's you favorite symbol and why? mine is the deathly hallows. comment anything you want lol.
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