I sit there for hours, waiting for him to wake up. I'd wait a century for him to wake up, more, if it means I get to see him again.
Eventually, a nurse walks in and gives me a slight smile. I forcefully smile back; she goes and checks on John, who's still sleeping. She checks his pulse, then his little clear pack thats feeding him, and pretty much keeping him alive. She leaves, and I grab Johns hand. Holding it as hard as I can. John's dad left to go to work a bit ago, so I am left alone in his room, still waiting. I was told to give him a call when John wakes up. He said it as if it was guaranteed that he'd wake up while he was at work today. Yet, I don't think he will. Another nurse came in after a bit, inspecting him and checking some things off on his clipboard, " He's most likely in a coma " he mumbles to himself. I overhear it and.. I don't know how I felt. It was a mix between sad, and mad, and frustrated, and a ton of other emotions.. None of them were happy. But I do know, that one of them, even if it was just slight, was hope. I was hoping for him to wake up. Right now. Right now John, please!
Nothing, only the beeping of the machinery in the room. I take out my phone and begin to pesterchum Karkat, he was one of my best friends. No matter how much he might say he hates me, he doesn't really. Karkat had pale mixed skin, bags under his eyes, and jet black hair. He had insomnia, which explains his bags under his eyes. His awful attitude makes him kinda scary sometimes, but that is fine because he can be funny most of the time.
" Hi... " I text
" What the fuck do you want, Dave? " He says
" Just some comfort? Possibly. "
" How the motherfuck do you expect me to comfort you, I can't even comfort myself! What happened anyways?"
" John... He's in a coma. He got in a car crash... "
I believe , at the moment, he actually felt bad for me. " Karkat is typing" keeps popping up on the screen. The only response I then got from him, after 4 minutes, was " Oh" He didn't know what else to say. I type goodbye, and turn the screen off. I begin to watch John again. Waiting. Waiting for any movement he might make.
Of course, there was still nothing. He heart was still beating though, actually pretty normally. I get up and inspect all the damages made by the car crash. Poor John. All I want, is for him to be okay. Its all I want.
I go home after a few hours. I needed to eat something else other than crappy hospital snacks. For once, Bro actually has been buying real food. Of course there always in the occasional smuppet in the fridge, but its better then nothing. The whole time I heat up the food, and eat it, I am thinking about John.
Please be okay,
Please.
