“please, you can’t leave me”- Jack Gilinsky
Late. I’m always late. I walk into homeroom, and hand my teacher the late slip. I slump down into my desk and take my headphones out. I feel a light tap on my right shoulder, and I turn around. I look to see him, my beautiful brown eyed boy, Jack. “I got you something”, he said smiling. He shows me a iced coffee and some donuts. “How do you read my mind”,you said smiling. “Well, with everything happening”,he said. “I don’t wanna talk about it”,you said looking down. “I know”, he said looking into your eyes. He smiled and you turned around.
The ended of the day rolled around, and you see Jack running towards you. “Hello, hello beautiful”,he said hugging you and almost making you fall. “Are you coming to my game tonight”,he asked. “I-uh-i don’t know”,you said hesitantly. “You okay’,he said concerned. “I don’t feel very well”,you said blinking rapidly and grabbing your head. Your whole body was throbbing, achy,and cold. You felt weak. “Babe, cmon it’s homecoming”,he said. “i’ll try my best”,you said kissing him. “I love you”,he said. “Ditto”,you said.
You make it home, and you collapse on the bed. You fall asleep and pray your feel better soon. Hours later, you wake up feeling a little better. You get ready for the game, and you make your way back to school. You make your way to the field. You see number 17 and he turns and waves. You give a sarcastic wave, and find a seat.
You see your bestfriends, cheering on the sideline. These were the only people who really knew what was wrong with you.”S-C-O-R-E score panthers score”,they cheered. You remembered flashbacks of last year when you were on the squad with them. You were happy then, now you’re just here. They girls waved to you, and you smiled. You know that feeling where everything is just falling apart. And you look fine while doing it? That’s how i’ve been feeling for the past 6 months. No one knows what you are going through, but you dont wanna tell people because you dont want to see pity. You over hear that jack scored another touchdown. You jump up and cheer with the rest of the stadium, to fit in mostly.
The last quarter was down to the final seconds. Jack throws the ball to the only free man in the endzone. Everything was in slow motion, you could hear a pen drop. He catches the ball and the crowd goes wild. Everyone runs towards the player, but Jack. Hes in a fetal position on the group, holding his stomach. You run toward him and fall to your knees. “Jack, what is it”,you said trying to find his face. He won’t look at you. You notice the ground around him is trying slightly red. “Jack, answer me”,you said trying to pry his hands. “Get help”, he whispered. “Somebody help”,you screamed.
“Jack, baby, you’ve gotta stay awake”you said holding his head in your hands. “(y/n), is he okay? Is he breathing”, david said falling beside you. “He’s not responding to me, and he’s bleeding but I don’t know where from”,you said shaking. “Someone call an ambulance”,david shouted. “I’ll go get my truck”,the coach said. “Jack, baby,can you tell me what hurts”,you asked running your fingers through his soaked hair. “I love you”,he said breathing out. The coach backed the bed of the truck next time jack. The boys lifted him and the coach drove until the met the ambulance on the road.
You made it to the hospital and frantically tried to find Jack. “Room 304″, David shouted to me. I started walking fast, to full blown running. You open the door, and see him. Your brown beautiful eye boy, in a bed with a tube down his throat. You instantly start to cry. You hold onto Jack’s dad and just break down.
You ran to Jack’s side and grabbed his hand. “Jack”,you cried. Hours go by, and he hasn’t woken up. You fall asleep with your head on the side of the hospital bed. “(y/n)”,someone said whispering your name and touching your shoulder. You wakeup to see johnson. “Hey, I thought you were in Ohio”,you said. “flew back when I heard about G”,he said. “He hasn’t responded in about five hours”,you said. “Here, take this you’re freezing”,he said handing you his sweatshirt. “Thanks”,you said putting it on immediately. “You need anything”, he asked. “No, I’m good”,you said giving him a soft smile. Another hour goes by, people stopping by, checking on Jack. The whole team comes and goes, each giving me a hug. My parents bring me extra clothes, and try to console Jack’s family. They were bestfriends ever since Jack and I were babies. My mom walks up to me and just starts to cry. “I-I don’t know what i’m gonna do if I loose him mom”,you said crying. “He’s gonna fight because he knows you need him”, she said smoothing my hair. “I haven’t told him”,you said softly. “I thought we were today”,she said looking into your tear filled eyes. “I told him somewhat but not really”,you said. “well what did you say”,she asked. “Just that my headaches were coming back”,you said. “How do I tell him?”,you asked. “What if he doesn’t wake up”,you said breaking down. Your mom just stayed silent and just hugged you.
The doctor finally walked in. Jack’s parents and I stood up anxiously. “Alright, so it appears that when Jack was tackled, it broke three ribs and pierced his lung. Now we repaired that, but his knee was shattered and has a major concussion”,he said. “Will he wakeup”,David said. “There’s a 75% chance he will not. I’m sorry but the brain damaged from the hit was major and beyond our repair”,he said. Just then my world was rocked. I felt all the blood in my body fall to my feet. I fell to the floor and screamed. but no noise came out. Jack’s mother was inconsolable. I grabbed jack’s hand tightly. “C’mon baby, hear my voice. Wakeup, open your eyes. Please don’t leave me”,you said with your tear falling onto Jack’s hospital gown.
