You're not alone

I won't let you die

"John?" Jessica shouted through the dark corridor, "John where are you?"

John was laying on his couch, in too much pain to even move, his liver hurt, he knew he had fucked up when he drank that bottle. He had seen too much though. He had seen his girlfriend, who had been carrying his unborn baby die and would do anything to drown that out of his head. He had tried lots of things, weed, alcohol, and more recently heroin. He had managed to get a dealer two days ago, and even that wasn't working. He had always been a smoker, since he had been 18 years old however it had go out of hand now. Over 2 packs a day. John heard his friends coming and was embarrassed at what he had become. They had all been fine after her death. He needed them now, he was scared, he didn't feel ready to go. John knew it was coming though, whether he liked it or not.

"John!" Jessica shouted as she ran over to him. John only groaned. Jessica's concern level rose drastically. Marla came over and her face dropped. She had just finished med school and was pregnant with Lamar's baby. When she saw him, she instantly knew he smoked heavily. She walked over to him and asked him if he had drunk anything today. For the first time they heard their friend speak.                                                                                                                                                       
"Yeah." he said weakly. He had a permanently hoarse voice from the smoke, so it came out as an almost croak. The 'yeah' was followed by a cough. Even Carlton and Lamar, the jokesters, were beginning to worry.                                                                                                                                                          

"John," Marla said with concern, "How much have you had to drink today?" John looked sheepish, he felt really stupid.

"That rack of mohito's and a beer."

They were all taken a back.

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell us?" Marla said, squeezing his hand as he gently squeezed back with all his strength.

"Er, I, er, I smoke two and a half packs a day and er, I, er, did, er, heroin last night. Only last night though." John said nervously.

"Ok John, I'm just going to go and get some things from my car, I won't let you die." Marla said. Jessica followed Marla out of the room so it was just the boys left. Lamar motioned for Carlton to go first.

"Hey buddy," Carlton said ruffling John's hair a bit, "been a bit rough lately huh."

"Just a bit." John said, his normal sarcasm trying to come out of the box that had been locked up for 4 years.

"I don't know if you know, but Jessica and I have a baby. Her name is Ellie." Carlton said, blushing like a teenager talking to their crush. John gave him a sad smile.

"I'm assuming that Marla's baby is yours?" John said, having difficult breathing from this amount of talking.

"Yeah." Lamar said, touching his friends shoulder.

"Erm John," Carlton said, "does it hurt?"

John looked at him and nodded gently. Carlton gave a smile, the kind of smile you give when you are about to cry. His best friend, was dying right in front of him.

The girls arrived, Marla had painkillers and various other medicines no one could name. Jessica went and sat next to Carlton. While Marla cleaned his injection wound, Jessica spoke to John,

"John, I wish I could help, I really wi-" she said as her eyes glazed over and she collapsed onto John'a chest. John cried for the first time, he put his free arm around Jessica and rubbed her back. He realised what he had done to his friends, and that made him feel guilty

About 10 minutes later, he began to get tired and parts of his body began to go cold. His friends started panicking. Marla began giving him an emergency drip and Jessica began to cry again.

"I'm sorry." John said.

"I won't let you die John." Marla said with no confidence at all. About a minute later, Jessica's eyes went wide with fear as she squeezed his hand, only to get nothing back. She began crying loudly into her husbands chest as he cried quietly into her hair. Lamar held Marla as she whispered, 

"I failed him." she stroked his soft brown hair as Lamar held her round the shoulders. They were all looking at their one of their best friends, who had literally died in front of them. They were left only to think for the third time in their lives, 'why us?'

AUTHOR'S NOTE - howdy y'all! I hope you all enjoyed that, that was quite a sad one however, if you want a more light hearted fanfic, just ask, or even special requests. I hope you all enjoyed reading that as much as I did writing it! (BTW I love John but I also love feeling sad and guilty. WTF is wrong with me :3)