My friends and I have problems

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Season 2
Jon's POV
I groaned as a light blinded me. I was in a hospital bed. I felt like hell. I looked around and I was so tired and my brain was all jumbled. I looked around and saw just blue curtains. I tried sitting up, but then yelled out in pain. "Ah fuck!" I yelled. A bunch of nurses rushed in and checked to see if I was alright. Before they left my doctor told me that my parents were going out to get me food because they said hospital food is junky. I was alone with my loopy thoughts. I looked to my right to see another boy laying a couple feet away on another bed. He had messy light brown hair and had a bandage wrapped around his head, covering his right eye. He saw me staring,
"Hey", he said. "Hey, I'm Jon Dennis who are you?" I asked. He laughed, obviously noticing how loopy I was, "I'm Ryan Ohm" he said.
(HA got y'all. You really think I'd make Ohm some bad guy)
"Why are you here? If you don't mind me asking. "I got shot in the stomach my my psycho ex-boyfriend, his name was Ryan too" I said laughing. "Why are you here?" I asked.
"Motorcycle accident" he said.
"Damn, how old are you?"
"Fifteen"
"But you don't have a license"
"Exactly, how do you think I crashed". We laughed and my parents came back with food and started crying and asking if I'm okay.
"Holy crap, this is the worst pain I've probably ever been in" I groaned sitting up. I started crying because of the pain. The doctors gave me more anesthesia. Everything went black.
Evans's POV
We rushed to the hospital where Jon was. We saw a nurse changing his bandages so they had to put him under. "Hey" I said out of breath. His parents glared at me. I guess they're still pissed about what happened at their house and now this on top of it too. I was exposed to protect him. That's what a boyfriend is supposed to do, and I failed. Some boyfriend I am. We sat around for a little while.
"Evan you look like shit" Tyler said.
"Thanks" I rolled my eyes. Craig then stood up and scratched the back of his neck.
"Uh-sorry, I gotta go, something popped up that's really important" he said.
"Uh-yeah, that's fine. I'll tell Jon you stopped by" I smiled. He left and I saw Tyler roll his eyes. "What?" I questioned.
"Nothing" he said moody. We heard grumbling and saw that Jon was awake.
"Ahhhh I feel like death" he said. We laughed and he looked up at Tyler and I worried.
"Uh-where's Evan? He's late"
"I'm right here babe" I laughed.
"Is Evan alright?" He asked.
"Yes, he's fine" I said. Jon looked satisfied with my answer and looked down smiling. My heart melted at the sight. He really did care about me. "The ceiling is like a treadmill bro" he said. We laughed and then he started moving his arms like he was running. Then groaned in pain. His parents laughed and I grabbed his hand.
"EVAN! Oh my gosh. Evan I missed you, where were you?"
"Right here baby" I smiled. His parents glared at us, but I didn't care. I'm in love with this boy. Damn... maybe I really am.
Craig's POV
I punched him and he fell to the ground.
"I want it fucking delivered next time" I said as he looked up at me from on the ground.
"Yes sir" he whimpered. I kicked him in the head and he passed out. I threw my hood up and climbed back up to the apartment. I couldn't let him off easy, if he fucks up I go down too. M-dog would blow my fucking brains out if he found out I let someone slip.
"You good Dowling?" Ricco asked. I just took the blunt out of his hand and had a hit.
"Rough day"
"What's up?" He asked taking it back.
"My friend got shot, but he's good now, and I'm stuck here because some dumb ass decided to fucking miss delivery" I complained.
"Which one?"
"Jon" I said making a blunt. I told Ricco about all my close friends and how cool we all were with each other. "Man that shit was scary, cops and shit all around me" I said lighting it.
"Well, that's life when you're friend gets shot and you're a suspect" he said.
"Like its happened to you before" I scoffed.
"My brother killed my father when we were all asleep with a 22 caliber"
"Shit, sorry bro"
"It's fine, never liked the fucker anyway"
"Antonio?"
"No my dad" he laughed. We both felt at ease and calmed. His phone buzzed a couple minutes later. "That's my mom, I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow Dowling" he said as we did our handshake. I left with him and then we parted our ways. I walked all the way home listening to music through my headphones that I stole from Tyler. I got home and saw my dad on the couch watching TV. I ignored him and walked up to my room. I tossed my bag in the corner and laid on my bed. My father has been ten times more annoying and abusive. My door barged open showing his shadow on the carpeting. He walked up and my bed and grabbed me by my collar.
"Yo, get the fuck off me!" I said shoving him off me and he smashed a beer bottle he was holding on the back of my head. The bottom of the bottle, the hardest part, made contact with my head. He let go of it and it broke into four pieces on my carpet while I bled out in it.
He kicked my head and my neck flew my head back and hit the ground. My vision was blurred and I felt woozy. Then I passed out.