You only get one chance

Jonathon was just a typical teenager. An affectionate son. The ideal boyfriend. He knew all of the right things to say, and all ofthe right things to do. Above all, he loved his precious Jennifer more than life itself. That is why, on that October evening precisely at twilight, his world came to an end.

Her soft, gentle face bagan to lose it's color as he paced around the waiting room. Bound by the restrictions thatthe night nurses had placed upon his vistations, and all that he could do was wait. Wait as the seconds ticked away, wait as the minutes ended, wait as the hours began to blur together. He knew that her heart would not, could not, give out much longer, yet he felt that his one purpose in life was to serve her, and now he was failing at his job. He could hear the doctors working diligently in her room, but he was questioning whether surgery would be enough. The crushing metal has severed many of her organs, and left her bleeding internally, she needed a miracle to pull through.

Please not now, not meeeeeeeee. Please help her somehow. Thoughts like these have been running through my mind for the past hour or so, god who knows how long. my patience was running thin, so i shot out of my seat and bolted for my dear jennifer. Too late? Gone? Nothing you could do? The doctor's words all seemed a garble running through my confused brain. I wasn't willing to hear, but i know i needed to. The news hit me like a ton of bricks, just as i in turn hit the linoleum.

I was lost somewhere inthe space between consciousness and the unknown. A victim of my own imagination. But then i saw her. Her radiant blue eyes shimmering, her perfectly white teeth gleaming, her long, silky, blonde hair flowing in the imaginary breeze, all reminded of what she has once meant to me. Hello Darling. I felt myself saying, as if being manipulated like a wooden puppet in a play. She didn't respond...i didn't expect her to, she only pointed to her former self, like a young child yearning ina candy store, and i could tell she wanted to be back, for my sake as well as hers. What do i do?? I asked in as patient a manner as i could get across. I can help you, If only you believe. I motioned to the nurse, then said make her cure you, make her change everything, you can do it i know you can. After reciting this, the nurse stormed out of the room, threw her utensils on the floor, and jolted out of the hospital, screaming "I QUIT" and other profanities on the way out.

This is NOT what i meant by make her change everything. I wanted her to hange you, change your presence, your state. I want you BACK. I want to be with you again, please tell me you can do that. A soft stream of tears rolled down my face and began pooling at my feet. I felt myself slipping under, and i knew that this was not what i wished for. I want you here WITH me; i don't want to die too. All she could muster up was that cute smile of her, a sweet innocent smirk that led me to believe that it was out of her control. There was nothing I could do to bring her back. It would take a miracle. And a miracle was the only thing I did not have.

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