my hardest goodbye

I walked into the hospital waiting room; Flynn was standing at the front counter demanding that someone should let him see his best friend, my soul mate. "Flynn," I called. He turned around; he wouldn't look me in the eye. He was trying but it was as if everything inside him was telling him otherwise. "Flynn," I said, holding back the tears in my eyes "please tell me he's going to be ok." there was a prolonged pause. The tension was so thick you could slice through it with a knife. "Jenn, I'm," he paused, I could hear pain cracking in his voice, "I'm sorry but, he's gone."