Bad teacher▪C.B

21

The whole world was spinning. It's like everyone but you was in slow motion. Maybe it was just your blurry vision from your tears or it was the pounding in your heart. The ache so painful it hurt to breathe.

You and peanut needed your Corbyn. The smiley one who was lovey and dovey. You can't let him go. Never!

You spin around to see Jonah talking to a doctor, though you can't make out what they are talking about. You can't even focus on Zach telling you to breath as you had somehow forgot the simplest thing.

"I-I need to see him," you choke out and look at the door that doctors were coming in and out of. Without thinking you ran to the door not being able to wait any longer.

Yells of people trailing behind you erupted of "Ms. you can't be back here" "you need to go back to the waiting room" "y/n" but you keep going. You turn to look in each of the rooms to try and find Corbyn.

Though the more rooms you pass the more you wanted to give up because you where about to be cought. And there were so many people in this hospital. It was only the first floor and one hall. Without hope you look into the last room seeing a head of blonde hair. The man had his eyes closed and tubes everywhere.

Doctors stood around the man. You didn't even need to see his face to know it was Corbyn. His tattoo gave it away.

A pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you back. You tried to fight them off. You needed to see Corbyn.

"CORBYN! STOP I NEED TO SEE HIM-" there hand clamps over your mouth and tears flowed from your eyes as you watched Corbyn helplessly try to turn to try and see. But the doctors closed the door which made you cry harder.

You turn to see Jonah who has a sad look on his face. He shakes his head and starts to guide you back to the waiting room.

"It's not visiting hours y/n we have to wait," he says quietly.

"Jonah what if that's more time less we could have with him. Did you see him? Did you see-"

"I did."

"The doctors said that he has a chance to live y/n. But right now he's to weak. They have to take him into surgery then put him into a medical induced coma," Jonah says. You look at him scared. "He won't live without it."

You find it hard to breathe. He could die. He could really be gone before tomorrow. You nod and accept the fact that he needs to go into surgery. Getting away from Jonah and the others you make your way outside and to the car getting in.

You don't want to leave but your also so tired from staying up all night worrying if Corbyn was okay. And he wasn't. He was laying hopelessly alone in a hospital bed as you cried to the boys. You lay in the backseat and close your eyes.

Corbyn wasn't there to kiss your stomach or talk to peanut. He wasn't there to cuddle you or give you soft kisses when you needed them. More tears fall from your face and onto the leather seats. Before you know it everything is black.
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Corbyn woke up in pain. His whole body hurt like it was on fire but he couldn't understand why. The world was small as he just lied there motionless. Finally he mustered up enough strength to stand up. He was cold and no matter what he did it wouldn't go away.

"Hello?" He called out but got no response as there was no one around him. There was no one at all.

He couldn't remember the events from earlier that led to the pain he was experiencing. The world was black and white as he was the only colour left.

He didn't understand. Where was he why or why there wasn't anyone else. He looked at the road and decided to start walking till he found where he was. He was in Los Angeles. It's never this desolate in LA he thought as he stood on his front door step.

He opened his door and walked into the house. Calling those he loved.

"Y/n? I'm home!" He walked up the stairs to his bedroom opening the door slowly to find that it was empty. But ecactly how you left it. "Y/n?"

He felt empty as he sat on his bed. His eyes trail to the phone that sat on the table. He picks it up dialing the numbers he knew.

None of them answered and as he was about to give up he pressed call on     y/ns number. The phone rang and then he heard the sound of someone picking up her voice came clearly over the other end.

"H-hello?" She asks making Corbyn smile. He missed her voice.

"Y/n It's me Corbyn-"

"Hello anyone there? This isn't funny," she says.

"Y/n can you hear me?" Corbyn asks his voice sounding weak. "I'm here I'm home-"

"Please don't call again..." y/n says on the other end making Corbyn sad. She didn't know it was him.

"I love you," he whispers one last time making her gasp. It's fuzzy but makes y/n go insane.

"C-corbyn?" All of a sudden she screams on the other end. "Oh my god Jonah don't do that to me. Jesus!" She says.

Corbyn can hear him on the other end quietly. "They just put him in a coma. We are going to go home for the night and come back tomorrow... who are you talking too?"

Coma? Where they talking about him. He can't be in a coma.

"It's no one it's just creepy static. I think I'm going insane Jo I thought I heard his voice. But he's in surgery," she says before the line goes completely dead.