𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒; 𝘑𝘠𝘈𝘛𝘛

ch. 28

hey it was my friend's birthday a few days ago yay

also that song ^^ basically sums up to how wyatt feels about jaeden :) just so you guys have more of an idea.

recap: he hated seeing jaeden in the condition he was in. but what could he do other than pray that jaeden would come back?

— the next day —

jack bursted through the door, panting. "holy shit, i came here as fast as i could."

wyatt jumped, startled. "did you run here or something?"

"no, no. i just need to exercise." jack dropped in the chair next to wyatt. "how is he?"

"well, the nurse came in here earlier and said that there's a 34% chance that he'll actually wake up." wyatt rubbed his temple.

"hey, at least it isn't, like, 3%." jack shrugged, trying to hide the fact that he wanted to burst into tears, just like wyatt. i mean, of course they'd feel that way; if your best friend was in a coma with a low possibility of ever waking up, how would you feel?

wyatt gave him a 'really?' look. "not the point, jack."

jack released a breath. "i know, i know. but chin up, princess! we got shit to do."

"okay, one; princess? i'm a guy. and two; what shit have we gotta do?"

"i'm gay, dude. deal with it." jack rolled his eyes playfully. "what do you want me to call you? buttercup? baby boo? daddy? fucktoy—"

"okay, jack. just call me wyatt, please."

"fine, wyatt." jack emphasised 'wyatt'. "anyway, stop sitting in this damn hospital and start falling on your ass in a rollerskating rink!"

"you're gonna push me. i know it. you're gonna fuc—"

"language, please." jack shook his head slightly. "teenage boys."

"i swear, you just turned into kevin wendell crumb."

"who?"

"the guy from split? you know, with the dissociative identity disorder? he—ah, never mind." wyatt stood up.

"no, it's interesting, tell me more." jack said sarcastically. "dude, we're gonna be late and they don't do refunds. our session is at 3:45."

"okay, fine. let's go." wyatt took one last look at jaeden, and followed jack out the door.

an uber was already waiting outside and they hopped in. wyatt quickly turned to jack when realisation hit him. "jack—oh my god. what if he wakes up while i'm gone? what if he dies? what if they move him to a different room?"

"wyatt, please, don't stress. he's fine."

"yeah, that's what everyone thought before he tried to kill hi—"

"seriously, wyatt? don't fucking say that." jack whispered, glaring at him.

"what? everyone already knows."

"yeah, everyone we know. keep your mouth shut, dude. if jaeden heard about you saying shit like that, do you realise how upset he'd be?"

"i don't care."

"you do. you just don't wanna admit it."

the two boys didn't speak for the rest of the ride, other than jack whispering, "thank you." to the uber driver just before they hopped out. there was an awkward silence as they walked to the skateaway entrance and wyatt regretted coming.