for @crimsonfive - Lemar
Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up. John repeats it in his mind like a prayer, calling on a God that he hadn't spoken to in decades. He needs Lemar to wake up, he needs Lemar to be okay. Everything has gone to shit but he doesn't care as long as Lemar wakes up.
He had thought Lemar was dead, he had killed a flag smasher in revenge, but Lemar is still here, still clinging to life. That's all that matters. And John would not be removed from Lemar's bedside. They had tried and failed and John had fought them like a madman. He needs to be here. He needs Lemar to wake up. The surgery had went well, the doctors said. It's been 10 days now. He has to wake up. John doesn't know what he will do if Lemar doesn't.
There's dark circles around John's eyes, eyes puffy from crying, hair sticking up all over the place. He looks like a dead man walking. His hand clinging onto Lemar's. Still praying.
