The Triangle

❥Warning:
Includes strong language.

-Y/N's POV-
I stayed in the hospital all night long.

Once the doctor told us that George was in a coma, and that he wasn't sure if my best friend would ever wake up at all, my voice remained silent for the rest of the time.

There was not much to say out loud. But in my head, I had a thousand words going on.

I was furious at Mr. Jay for stabbing George and for kidnapping him in the first place, I was upset with myself for not doing more to protect my crush, and I was angry with the universe for giving me the most awful night of my life, when it was supposed to go an entirely different way.

I didn't understand what I did wrong to deserve this. Inside, I kept cursing out this universe for putting George through all this pain, and me.

What made it worse was the fact that I couldn't visit George at all that night. I wanted so desperately to hold his hand, to talk to him, to see him, but they wouldn't allow me to.

My family called George's parents, and they came down right away. They were the only ones who were allowed to visit George that night.

So, I sat in that hospital chair until my eyes got heavy. I ended up falling asleep on Clay's shoulder.

•••••

The next day came and once it did, I made a vow to myself to stay with George all day, every day until he woke up. I had hope in my heart that he would one day. Whether it was hope or denial I had, I didn't want to find out. I didn't want to be self-aware of this situation at all.

All I knew was, in 2 weeks when I'm walking across that stage, grabbing my diploma, I'm not doing it if George isn't there walking with me.

Today was the day when I got to see him for the first time. George was in a special room for the more cared for patients that needed a special eye on.

Fortunately, I was finally allowed to visit him, my friends and I did it one at a time, but they gave me more time with George, considering the fact that I was the one in love with him.

When I stepped into the room, I noticed he was hooked up to many machines, his face had bruises all over, yet he still looked as handsome as ever.

I sat down in the chair next to him slowly and right away, I cried, just like I did all of yesterday.

Y/N:
"It should be me in this bed, not you..." I sobbed as my lip quivered, "Why couldn't it have been me..."

That day was extremely hard for me.

In my head, I kept replaying all of our memories from this year, wishing I had a time machine, so I could go back to a time when he was okay, and a time when I was in his arms, laughing with him.

But instead, he was here, and he was here because of me.

My heart hurt every day because of that thought. I hated seeing my best friend like this, seeing him look so helpless.

But, I stayed by his side and that first day ended. The second one began, then the third, and the third turned into a fourth day of him laying in this hospital bed.

I was seated down next to George in the same chair I've been in for 4 days straight. My fingers were still intertwined with his, just like they have been all this time.

Today, a certain memory came into my head. So, I told him about it.

Y/N:
"Right now...I'm thinking about your birthday we shared together in November..." I said quietly, "Do you remember it...?"