snapshot •josh dun

twenty four

God how Josh had regretted the time he hadn't spent with her.

After being rushed back out into the hall, Josh sat on the bench in shock.
The doctors ended up needing to take her to surgery because their was something wrong with her heart. Instability could be the death of Abigail.

Josh couldn't help but picture another headstone next to her mothers. It all seemed too real now.

His dreams turned to dust.

He dialed Tyler's number, not knowing what else to do. About six doctors and four nurses  had gone off to help Abigail. He was left alone in the hall, nothing but the ringing on the other line to comfort him.

"Josh? Why are you up so late man?" Tyler answered, laughing. He seemed tired, as if Josh had woken him up.

Josh didn't know what to say. He couldn't say anything.

"Josh? What happened?" Tyler asked, more concerned now.

"She's in surgery. They told me she had flatlined. They revived her." Josh said, staring at the wall, wishing he could stop the tears falling down his cheeks.

"Oh my god, we're on our way Josh. Just hold on buddy." Tyler said, hanging up.

He held the phone to his ear still, the phone making a sound similar to that of the flatline, almost mocking him. He set down the phone and pulled up his skinny jean clad legs onto the bench, hiding his face in his knees, resting his blonde hair safely.

Oh how he wished he could turn back time.