Wow I'm really really sorry that I took forever to post this, but since school started I've been having quite a few issues and I just got around to writing it. I'm very sorry about that though!
The car ride was long and relatively stressful for me. Jane had the radio on (playing some old timey music that she loved) but otherwise it was completely silent. Actually, I could hear my own heart pounding against my chest so hard that it was almost painful. I stared out the window of the cerulean love bug, watching as the scenery quickly changed from my familiar suburb to the highway and then to the city that I lived close to and went to school in. My foot was tapping against the floor of the car at a quick and nervous pace, and I chewed on my bottom lip up to the point that it actually started to bleed, not that I cared.
"John… You need to calm down…" Jane said in a soft tone, not that I really paid her any mind. I couldn't calm down, it was practically impossible for me at the time. We were almost to the hospital. I was about to see Dave laying in that bed completely torn up. No one had even told me what exactly was wrong with him, which just made it even worse for me. He could be close to death and I didn't even know. I didn't want to see Dave die! I needed him! He was my best bro and I would never want to see him leave this planet too soon. He had so much ahead of him!
We soon arrived at the hospital, and Jane stepped out of the car and started around to my door. I scooted closer to the center of the car, trying to get as far away from her as I could without taking my seat belt off as I could as she opened my door. I squeaked as she reached around my and undid the strap that reached across my chest, the long cord quickly retracting into its hiding place. I didn't want to go in. It was my fault that Dave got hurt and I didn't want to see what I had caused! I was the one that had rushed him to get over to my house. I was the one who sent him a text message that he really shouldn't have checked while he was driving. Why the hell did I send him that message?! Why couldn't I just have been patient and let him take his time getting to my house?!
Jane managed to coax me out of the car, letting me use here as a human crutch as we started toward the hospital doors. My entire body was shaking, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I didn't know if I would be able to take this. We walked through the automatic door and I began feeling even worse. What if Dave did die because of this? I would be minus a best friend and plus a mark on my conscious, and I REALLY wouldn't be able to get over that. As we walked through the waiting room, I spotted Dave's brother, Dirk, sitting on a bench with Jake beside him. Jake had the smaller man wrapped in his arms, and appeared to be attempting to calm him down. This just worried me even more. If Bro was broken, this had to be something absolutely terrible. I definitely wouldn't be able to take this.
I was guided down a few incredibly long stretches of hallway before Jane left him in front of a door with a chart on the hook on it reading, 'David Strider.' They used his full first name. He wouldn't be happy when he heard about that, if he did. I glanced to see a crying Jade on a bench not too far away and then made eye contact with Rose, who seemed to silently tell me to go in. I bit down on my lip once again and turned to the door, slowly turning the handle and stepping inside, fearing twisting in my stomach and making me really want to go home and cry some more.
The first thing that I noticed when I walked into the room was that Dave was wearing his brother's glasses, not the one's I got him quite some time ago for his birthday. The shades I got him were sitting on the bedside table; frames were all that was left with little pieces of shard, tinted glass sticking out on the edges. They'd shattered in the car crash. I clenched my jaw and tried not to cry as my eyes skimmed over Dave. The majority of his body was either wrapped in not-so-white gauze or covered in cuts in bruises. I couldn't believe he was so weak right now.
"Great. Who the fuck is bothering me now?" He seethed, obviously frustrated with people coming in and asking him questions. A small squeak slipped past my lips as the tears started up again. He voice held so much pain in it, and it sounded so scratchy. How didn't he know it was me though? I didn't understand that. "John?" He asked, his voice suddenly becoming much less harsh as he realized it was me.
I slowly crossed the room so I was standing directly beside the bed and reached my shaky hand up. I reached out toward the triangular anime shades on my long time friend's face, gently beginning to slide them off. "John, what are you doing dude?" I ignored his words, pulling the sunglasses off his face and staring into his cloudy crimson red eyes. My tears began falling at a quicker pace, landing on the sheets of the bed as well as Dave's shoulder. I couldn't believe it. Dave was blind.
Ugh I'm sorry for how long it took me to post this and for how absolutely horrible it is. I would love rates and reviews though, especially reviews since those are what motivate me to write the next chapters. I love you all for reading this far into the story and for waiting for this chapter, and I hope I can write the next one soon!