JeffMads Modern AU | Year 1 {Complete}

The Future is Uncertain

Thomas Jefferson 2000-2018

Jesus freaking Christ.

He's remembered by his boyfriend, James, like 2 friends, and probably the lady at the 7/11 who he always used to talk to.

He erased that last bit after I cast him a threatening glare.

"What?" He laughed.

"It's not funny!"

"I think it's pretty funny."

"You could've died!" I snatched the whiteboard from Thomas' hands and erased it with my sleeve.

"Well, you see, that's the point; if I would've died, this what I'd want them to put in the newspaper." He shrugged his shoulders, suddenly serious. "I still could, you know? Die. The doctors aren't supposed to elaborate on that, but pneumonia can kill a person."

"You won't die. I won't let you." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, not too tightly, though.

A few minutes passed when Thomas spoke again, "I really hate to say this; I gotta piss so you're going to have to move."

I slid off of the hospital bed and onto the cool linoleum floors. I went to the chair where my coat laid. My phone had 3 missed calls and 5 missed texts, all from Alexander.

The most recent text read: Honestly, I don't care at this point. Ignore me all you want, I'm visiting Thomas anyways.

I was about to read the other texts when there was a knock at the door. I assumed it was just one of the nurses, they normally came in after knocking.

There was another knock.

I opened the door and there stood the one and only, Alexander.

He gave me a sideways glance before plowing by me and into the room.

"Where is he?"

I closed the door. "He's just in the bathroom, chill."

Alex collapsed onto one of the chairs. "How is he?"

"Good. Just here until the pneumonia is gone, and you already know that, so..."

He rolled his eyes.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Better."

"That's good."

"Not really, not drinking means I can feel shit, but my therapist says I'm doing better."

"She's probably right-"

"You can shut up now. I came to talk to Thomas, not you."

I did shut up.

Thomas emerged and smiled when he saw Alex. "Yo, Alex! I'm glad you came."

"Well, Laf is heading down to New Orleans for New Years with his family, so I carpooled with him. I've got a flight tomorrow down to Florida. Eliza's family has a beach house there. This was just on the way." He made it seem like it was a pitstop. Which was completely false, he cared about Thomas more than that.

"You're back with Eliza?" Thomas questioned.

"Not officially."

Thomas nodded, slowly. "Right."

They got on to chatting. I left after a few minutes, giving them privacy, mainly because being in Alex's presence was annoying.

While I stood in the hallway, my mind drifted back to the last time I been standing alone in a hospital hallway.

There was one difference this time; there would be no death. Well, at least, I prayed to God (or anyone that could help, for that matter) that death would not happen this time. There was no way. No way in hell.

//I know, I know this is short, but yeah, I had to let y'all know Thomas is okay... at least for now...//