Love Letters (G.D x J.C)

17

James woke up, his vision blurry. He tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a hoarse cough.

He started to panic, remembering what had just happened. He was having trouble concentrating, because he was pretty sure someone was yelling.

"What do you mean it's his fault?" a girl shouted.

"He was the one driving, Emma. I stand by my opinion. Because of him, Molly has a concussion," the man stated.

Emma scoffed loudly, "James is in a fucking coma! We don't even know the extent of his injuries, all we know is that they had to remove his spleen!"

James' head hurt. Coma? He had been in a coma? And, they had removed his spleen! Wasn't that important?

A voice, different from the first two piped up, "You're kind of being an asshole, Grayson. You've known Molly for what, a year? You've known James for longer, he's your best friend! Or... at least he was for a while."

"Whatever, Ethan."

James didn't want to hear this. Especially not Grayson's voice, because frankly, it gave him a headache.

He knew he couldn't talk, so the only thing he could do was bang his hand against the wall or something.

He reached back, and hit it as hard as he could. Which, to be fair, wasn't that hard. It at least caught Grayson, Emma, and Ethan's attention.

Emma was the first to run over, tears in her eyes. She smiled widely, laughing in shock.

"James!" she exclaimed, leaning onto the bed to give him a hug.

It hurt a bit, but James didn't really care. He was just so overwhelmingly happy to be able to be with his best friends.

He would admit though, that what hurt more was Grayson walking away from his room. Not even bothering to say hello.