Dear Gavin,
Hi. How are you?
I don't really know how to start this. It's such a fucking girly thing to do. Like something you would do. Except you can't.
I came to see you yesterday. You didn't look any different. Thats bullshit. You look beat up dude. Even your nose looks more fucked up than usual.
Geoff came to see you too. He's looking a lot better now. He sat next to you, and just stared at you. As if he couldn't believe it.
He says he blames himself. That's bullshit too. It wasn't his fault some asshole rammed into his car on the way home from work.
Ray misses you tons. He sits at his desk, barely saying a word. Jack looks like a sad little puppy. And even Ryan has been less...Ryan-like.
Dude, please wake up. We all miss you. Especially me. You're the other half of Team NiceDynamite.
You're my boi.
Always,
Your little Mi-cool
(A/N: hellooooo, first one woooo. I'm sorry if it's not the best, I've never written in this style before. I'm open to suggestions and corrections/criticisms (no matter how rude they might be) Anyway, thank you for reading and enjoy!)
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FanfictionGavin and Geoff are in a car accident which leads to Gavin being in a coma, with little chance of waking up. In a last ditch effort to communicate, Michael (and other RT members) write him letters, hoping one day, his boy might just wake up.
