Why.

RYAN’S POV.

-two days later-

“All emergency doctors to room 308. I repeat, all emergency doctors to room 308.”

My head snaps up at the PA announcement, and I look over at Spencer, who’s jolted from his sleep by the stampeding staff of doctors.

“That’s Jon’s room,” he says to me, and I nod my head ever so slightly.

Flash.

“Yes. He’ll live.”

Flash.

“I’m so sorry, Ryan.”

Flash.

“How could you do this to me?”

Flash.

“I’m worried about you.”

Flash.

“Did you ever really care?”

Flash.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.”

Flash.

I grab the arm rest on the chair, gasping for air as words flood my mind. Spencer wraps an arm around me, and tears start to flood down my cheeks.

“Clear!”

I jump at the loud voice of one of the doctors, and I swear I can hear the ‘thump’ noise the defibrillator makes when the plates are pressed against Jon’s chest.

I can’t breathe, and I bend over, trying to let some blood get to my head. Deep, heavy coughs escape my mouth, and I can hear Spencer yelling at me to breathe.

Beep.
Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Silence.