The time was 4:03 am. I couldn't sleep. My mind had been racing with memories of Jack. I missed him so much. He had been in the hospital for nearly two weeks now, still in a coma. Me and Mark had gone to visit him a few times. I would sit in a chair right next to the hospital bed, and hold his ice cold hand, just praying he would wake up. I would whisper to him how I loved him and how much I wanted him to wake up. But he never moved a muscle.
Me and Jack had done so much together. So many great memories. For me, anyway. Some things we did together Jack didn't remember the next day. I cast my mind back to about two years ago, when me and Jack went to Mark's birthday party and he got really drunk. He didn't remember anything the next day and he never got his memory from that night back. I never told him what happened either, to save him from embarrassment.
Jack had finished yet another beer, when I was on my third bottle, only feeling a little tipsy. Whereas he was struggling to walk properly and was slurring his words. Ethan, Marzia, Matt and Ryan were all laughing at him, finding it absolutely hilarious. But me and Mark were concerned.
Despite what many people think, Jack never usually drank that much or got so drunk that he couldn't even function properly. We assumed it was partly to do with him breaking up with his girlfriend, Alex. About a couple of weeks prior, they broke up. Jack said they had been dating for half a year when Alex left him. It was a short amount of time, but he was still upset.
Throughout the night me and Mark would tell him to slow down on the drinks and were always checking up on him, asking if he was ok. Every time he said that he felt great. Well, he trued to anyway. We could barely understand anything he was saying.
It got to about 2 am and people started to leave and go home. I was tired so I decided it would be best to call it a night. I planned on walking back home because my house was only a 5 minute walk away from Mark's. Jack also said he was going to do the same, but his house was a lot further away. If he was sober it probably would have only took him half an hour as he is a fast walker. However, he was too intoxicated to make that trip in that time and it would have taken him just over an hour.
I was terrified he would fall over and hurt himself, or black out, or be confronted by a group of strangers. I didn't want that for him. I didn't want him to be in danger. He was in such a vulnerable state. So I decided that he would spend the night at my place and walk home with me.
When we began our journey to my place, we had only been walking for about a minute and Jack had already fallen over three times. After the third time I wrapped my arm around him to make sure there was less chance of him falling over again.
"Hey Felix...look."
"What?" I asked. He pointed to a red car on the opposite side of the road.
"There's four red cars there...and they're all exactly the same! How weirrrd is that?" I chuckled.
"Jack. There's only one red car."
"Really?" I nodded.
"I wanna go home." He said, before resting his head on my shoulder. It took about 10 minutes to get to my house due to the fact I had Jack with me. As soon as we got in, Jack ran to the bathroom upstairs to throw up. It's the quickest he had gone all night. I followed him slowly.
The sound of puke hitting the toilet bowl got louder as I walked closer and closer towards the bathroom. The door was wide open. Jack was kneeling on the floor, his head in the toilet. I knelt down next to him and slowly rubbed his back. He continued to be sick for about 5 more minutes before removing his head and looking at me. I could tell he was exhausted from the look in his eyes.
"Wanna go sleep?" I asked him. He nodded. I helped him up and led him to my bedroom, holding onto his hand because I was scared he would fall and get hurt. I shut the door behind me and began rummaging through my dresser.
"Do you want some nightwear to borrow? Like a shirt and some joggers?" He nodded and sat on my bed. Jack had borrowed my clothes before. He was smaller than I was, height and weight, so everything I had fit him. I grabbed a shirt and some joggers for me. I entered my en suite to get changed and in about two minutes re entered the bedroom.
Jack was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, not moving.
"You ok?" I asked.
"I feel like shit. I can't even fucking move man." I walked over to him and gave him a reassuring pat on the back.
"Can you get changed by yourself?" He grabbed the clothes he had borrowed off me and made his way towards my en suite.
"Yeah. I'm not five." He slammed the door shut and about 10 seconds later there was a loud bang. I rushed to the en suite to find him lying on the floor, looking up at me.
"I was wrong.." He said. I pulled him up and dragged him back into my bedroom, sitting him down on my bed.
"It's ok. I'll help you. If you want me to." He wasn't sure what to say.
"I don't mind." He slowly nodded, clearly still unsure of his answer. I began to help him get changed. I removed his shirt for him, along with his jeans. It felt so weird taking his clothes off for him. But it did give me an excuse to admire his body...it was really cute.
"I hate this. I'm so fucking embarrassed."
"Don't be. It's fine." I reminded him. To be honest, it wasn't really bothering me.
I helped him put on his shirt and joggers. He was dressed. He thanked me. We then crawled into bed after switching the light off.
"Thank you for taking care of me." He said.
"It's ok." That's when I felt a pair of soft, warm lips meet my cheek. I froze for a moment, not sure if it was on purpose or accident. Could that have even been an accident? It sure as hell made me smile. I reached for his hand and gave it a tight squeeze before drifting off into a deep sleep.
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Hit and Run | Jelix
Fanfiction{Sequel to 4 Years: obviously if you haven't read 4 Years, go read that first and then come back to this} "I never even saw the car. I heard the sound of horns. He was standing there, perfectly fine. Then I turned around and the next minute he was l...
