PRS med Isabelle Granger :D

John's dad and Jane arrives, they look as worried as you feel.

(DAVE GO IN THERE AND HELP JOHN WAAKE UP ALREADY *Host*hint*host*)
Why isn't anything happening? Is this what death feels like?

You walk into the room, hoping that the doctors won't notice you. He's still not awake. What if he's...? No. You can't think like that. You sit down in the chair and take his hand.
"John... If you're there, please wake up" the tears are running down you cheeks. "I love you"

You hear a distant voice calling ffrom above. You recognize it. Dave. You start trying to get up from the darkness, up to Dave, you just want to see him again...

Suddenly you are back in reality. You slowly open your eyes and smile weakly when you recognize him sitting there, beside you.

You sigh in relief.
"John... I-I'm so, so sorry", you say. "This is all my fault"

You look intensly at Dave's face, and then you shake your head slightly. "N-no"

It was supposed to sound convincing, but your througt is dry and it only comes out as a whisper.

"Yes, it was. I should've helped you in the first place, and..." Your voice cracks.

When he starts blaming himself you look directly into his eyes. "Shut up" you mumble and grab his hair and pull him towards you.
When you finally pull away you look harshly at him. "It was not." You say as loud as you can.

You close you mouth and nod. Then you dry your tears with your sleeve.

You sigh, then smile. You put your right hand on his cheek and dries his tears. "Forgive me?" You ask softly.