Life as we knew it 《J.G》

A miracle.

(Jessah's point of view now.)

His eyes were huge. His breathing heavy, he looked horrible. His hair in a disheveled mess, his skin pale, and his face sunk in. His body was like a twig. His eyes no longer had that brown sparkle, just pure black, cold eyes. Dark circles surrounded his eyes. It looked as if he hadn't eaten or slept in weeks. He just looked horrible.

"Je-Jessah?" His eyes got even bigger, if that was possible. And let me tell you this...I had never seen him cry as hard in my life. Ever. He immediately fell to the ground, sobbing. And that's when I saw it, it instantly broke what left of a heart I had. No, not Jack. He's too strong. There's no way, I must be dreaming. I began crying too. No not crying, bawling.

"Jack? You're a mess. What's wrong?" I questioned.

"Jessah?" He asked again. He quickly jumped up, and ran to my side. He grabbed my hand and squeezed, and I saw it again. It hurt so bad, I had to look away.

The doctor and nurses stood there absolutely astonished, eyes wide, mouths flung open.

"Someone tell me what's going on?! What is it?" I screamed.

"uhh, Jess honey...you've been in a coma for well over a month now. You were unresponsive. Sweetheart, you are lucky. We were in the process of taking you down to the morgue. You started seizing, The-the line went flat, and your breathing stopped." She stopped puzzled. "Honey, you were diagnosed dead. Mister Jack here had been a mess. I think y'all have some catching up to do." She smiled, walking away.

"Jess..." He was speechless. He looked more dead than I did.

"Jack, How did this even happen? Why am I in the hospital? Baby, talk to me, I'm here." I whispered.

"Jess, you don't remember? You-you got a call...? From the hospital. Jassidy, and Jacob..got in a wreck. Baby, they're gone." He said slowly.

"My little sister and brother are dead?" I whimpered.

"Yes, honey...I'm sorry."

"That still doesn't explain how I got here, and why you look like that..." I trailed off, staring at him again.

"Baby, as soon as you found out...you went home and tried killing yourself. You took a bottle of pills and tried committing suicide. I came over to check on you and you were cold.." He shivered. "You weren't breathing, and you were turning blue. I rushed you here, and they got you breathing again, but you were in acoma for almost two months."

"Jack, baby...please tell me that you didn't starve yourself...please." I said, regretfully.

"Baby, I didn't leave your side for a month." He looked down.

"You could've just let go. Let me go." I breathed. "I'm not that important." I looked down. He gave me a kiss.

"You're the most important thing in my life. Without you I don't exist. Without you, I'm dead. I'm weak. I'm-I'm just another lifeless body that someone would've eventually found dead. With my wrists slit...I love you. I need your love, in order to survive." He noticed me looking at his wrists, and covered them. They were bad...

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