Trigger Warning:
Hospitals??? Idk
Mentions of suicide
Sorry for not updating

Alex's Pov

I visit John everyday.

The nurse told me he could still hear everyone, so I talked to him.
He can't answer, but I don't care.
Sometimes he'll move a bit, and that makes me hope he'll wake up soon.

God, I hope he wakes up.

After visiting hours are over, I have to fo home. I whisper a goodbye as I leave his room.
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This cycle repeats for another day or two. Until I get a call.

A call from the hospital.

Telling me that John has woken up.

As soon as I hear this, I race to my car, practically knocking over everything in my path.
I get into my car, and basically speed to the hospital. I run into the lobby.
"I'm here for John Laurens!"
"Um- go ahead. I think you know his room number by now, sir."

BI race into his room. He's sitting up. He looks right at me. I walk over to him.
"Hi Alex-"
"JOHN!"
I run over and hug him (gently, he did just wake up from a coma, after all).
"I missed you so much!"
"I missed you too Alex."
I can't believe he's actually awake.

The Meme Team walks in with a bouquet of daisies (John's favorite flower), a stuffed bird and turtle, and a Doctor Pepper (his favorite soda).
John greeted and hugged everyone. We all went silent after a minute or two, an uncomfortable tension hanging in the air.

John looked at us with a sad smile. I want to know why he did it, but I don't ask.
"So um-,they said I could leave tomorrow, but I've been told I need to see a therapist every week."
"Thats... good..." I reply. Smooth, Alex.
"Yeah..."
This is awkward. What do you say to someone after they attempted suicide?
After awhile, the silence is broken.
"I'm sorry." John says.
"Sorry for what?" I ask
"Everything," he says, tears starting to form. "I'm so sorry for doing... it. I'm sorry for being such a burden. I'm so-"
Laf cuts him off. "John. You are not a burden. The exact opposite, actually. You are my best friend, and I can't imagine what I would've done if you had actually died. Please, just... talk to us about this stuff, okay?"
"Okay..." he says as he wipes his tears away, obvious guilt in his voice.

We all sit and chat for awhile, until visiting hours are over.
Before I leave, I hug John and say goodbye.
As I leave I am left with one question.

Why?

A/n
Hey y'all, haven't updated for awhile. That kinda sucks. Just want to say that I care about you all. I hope you all are having a good day/night and if not, message me and we can talk. Alright, bye.