Nash's P.O.V
I took Jonah's unconscious head and put him on my lap as a pillow. When I opened his eyes his irises were half yellow and half green. What-?
"Get him to the couch! Dammit, Nash, MOVE!" Brandon said to me.
I took action and carried Jonah to the Greene's sofa. His parents quickly came to his side.
"Give him his meds, Hank!" Jonah's mom said to her husband.
"No! Didn't you see what happened?! The pills could make it worse!" Jonah's dad replied sternly.
"Nash, take a look inside, can you see him?" I turned to Reagan who had asked me the question.
"Is he stable?" I asked them. I felt so worried, what happened to him?
"Of course he's not Frick Fraking stable, you idiot! He just collapsed from a Twinchie!" Brandon said to me matter of factly. I swear this guy gets on my nerves.
"Nash please, can you just try?" Hank's voice slashed through my thought process, "the pills are too risky"
"He might choke too, dad" Brandon retorted.
"BRANDON SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE YOU DONT HAVE ONE!" Hank scolded his son.
"Ok.... I'll try" my response seemed to ease the tension. "Hey, Jonah? If you can hear me, I'm going to see you soon ok?" I said to his limp figure.
I held his hand and touched out foreheads, instantly feeling our energy flow unify and flow freely. My mind cleared of unnecessary thoughts and I relaxed, thinking only of Jonah.
"Be safe" Reagan said, and it was the last thing I heard before I traveled my way to Jonah.
"Please be alright"
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A/N
THANK YOU so much for being patient, I now know where I wanted to go with this and you can expect chapter 5 to be here by the end of next week. I'm thinking Sunday
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Novela JuvenilI'm Jonah Greene and this is the basic story of a boy who finds love, kicks mystical ass, has an existential crisis daily, speaks a foreign language which nobody knows, breaks down a couple of times, and spits lava out of his mouth. (GOING THROUGH...
