âplease, you canât leave meâ- Jack Gilinsky
Late. Iâm 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. âI got you somethingâ, he said smiling. He shows me a iced coffee and some donuts. âHow do you read my mindâ,you said smiling. âWell, with everything happeningâ,he said. âI donât wanna talk about itâ,you said looking down. âI knowâ, 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. âHello, hello beautifulâ,he said hugging you and almost making you fall. âAre you coming to my game tonightâ,he asked. âI-uh-i donât knowâ,you said hesitantly. âYou okayâ,he said concerned. âI donât feel very wellâ,you said blinking rapidly and grabbing your head. Your whole body was throbbing, achy,and cold. You felt weak. âBabe, cmon itâs homecomingâ,he said. âiâll try my bestâ,you said kissing him. âI love youâ,he said. âDittoâ,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.âS-C-O-R-E score panthers scoreâ,they cheered. You remembered flashbacks of last year when you were on the squad with them. You were happy then, now youâre 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? Thatâs how iâve 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. âJack, what is itâ,you said trying to find his face. He wonât look at you. You notice the ground around him is trying slightly red. âJack, answer meâ,you said trying to pry his hands. âGet helpâ, he whispered. âSomebody helpâ,you screamed.Â
âJack, baby, youâve gotta stay awakeâyou said holding his head in your hands. â(y/n), is he okay? Is he breathingâ, david said falling beside you. âHeâs not responding to me, and heâs bleeding but I donât know where fromâ,you said shaking. âSomeone call an ambulanceâ,david shouted. âIâll go get my truckâ,the coach said. âJack, baby,can you tell me what hurtsâ,you asked running your fingers through his soaked hair. âI love youâ,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. âRoom 304âł, 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 Jackâs dad and just break down.
You ran to Jackâs side and grabbed his hand. âJackâ,you cried. Hours go by, and he hasnât woken up. You fall asleep with your head on the side of the hospital bed. â(y/n)â,someone said whispering your name and touching your shoulder. You wakeup to see johnson. âHey, I thought you were in Ohioâ,you said. âflew back when I heard about Gâ,he said. âHe hasnât responded in about five hoursâ,you said. âHere, take this youâre freezingâ,he said handing you his sweatshirt. âThanksâ,you said putting it on immediately. âYou need anythingâ, he asked. âNo, Iâm goodâ,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 Jackâs family. They were bestfriends ever since Jack and I were babies. My mom walks up to me and just starts to cry. âI-I donât know what iâm gonna do if I loose him momâ,you said crying. âHeâs gonna fight because he knows you need himâ, she said smoothing my hair. âI havenât told himâ,you said softly. âI thought we were todayâ,she said looking into your tear filled eyes. âI told him somewhat but not reallyâ,you said. âwell what did you sayâ,she asked. âJust that my headaches were coming backâ,you said. âHow do I tell him?â,you asked. âWhat if he doesnât wake upâ,you said breaking down. Your mom just stayed silent and just hugged you.
The doctor finally walked in. Jackâs parents and I stood up anxiously. âAlright, 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 concussionâ,he said. âWill he wakeupâ,David said. âThereâs a 75% chance he will not. Iâm sorry but the brain damaged from the hit was major and beyond our repairâ,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. Jackâs mother was inconsolable. I grabbed jackâs hand tightly. âCâmon baby, hear my voice. Wakeup, open your eyes. Please donât leave meâ,you said with your tear falling onto Jackâs hospital gown.Â
