"James, you need to calm down-" I broke off as my friend continued his pacing. We were back in the apartment I shared with John and Hercules, after having gone to see John in the hospital. Hercules, Laf, and Peggy were all with him now, but I'd taken James back after he had found out that Thomas couldn't have visitors. We'd been at the apartment for almost three hours, and James hadn't quit pacing. He was going to wear through the carpet soon, if he wasn't careful.
"James-" I tried again, but he didn't even glance in my direction. Sighing, I finally stood up off the couch. "James, you need to stop."
"No. I don't know if he's okay or if he's going to be okay or-"
"The hospital will call us when we can see him." It was about the fifteenth time I had said that. "Please, just sit down."
He shook his head. "But what if-"
I cut him off by grabbing him around the waist the next time he walked past. I pulled him down onto the couch next to me. "They'll call us if anything happens. I promise."
He opened his mouth as if to argue, then shook his head before bursting into tears.
I curled up against Alexander's side, tears flooding my face. "I c- can't lose him, Alex," I blubbered, knowing that I was being dramatic but unable to help myself. Being sick definitely didn't help any either. "He's my best f- friend!"
Alex wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I looked up at him. "James," he whispered. "He'll be-"
"But you don't know that!" I meant for it to be a shout, but it came out as a whisper. "You don't know that he'll be okay so please stop saying that."
He frowned but nodded. "Just trust the doctors, okay? It's probably not that bad."
I didn't believe it, but I nodded and curled up against his side, hoping he was right.
[I am so so sorry for the really short chapter. I know what I want to do, but I'm still trying to figure out how to do it. It's a struggle, but I promise these will get better.]