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My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t breathe, the doctor’s lips seemed to move slow motion as everything began to spin.
“I-is he okay?” I interrupted as I tried to balance myself.
“He won’t be able to walk again; his spine was broken in more than one place.” He told me, “His heart stopped five times in theatre but we got rid of the cancer. He should be fine.”
I took a deep breath as I nodded, “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
The doctor shook his head, “No, don’t thank me. We still have a long way to go before he’s fully recovered- he is going to need therapy, a liver transplant after we removed a piece of metal from it and he’s going to be scared in several places.” He sighed, “He’s going to need a friend to be there for him.”
“Of course.” I nodded, “I’ll be there for him as much as I can.” I gently sat down, “When can I see him?”
“Now if you wish but he won’t be conscious for a while,” The doctor told me before walking away, “Good luck.” I nodded as I forced myself to go and see Greg.”

I’ll never forget how he just laid there, his skin even whiter than the sheet that covered him from his waist down. His eyes remained shut as they flickered every so often as he dreamt and I couldn’t help but wish he’d remain that peaceful forever without worrying about what he was going to do next.
“Oh Greggo,” I whispered, “I’m so sorry.” I swallowed the tear away as I sat next to him, gently taking his hand in mine and squeezed it gently. “I’m so, so sorry but I can’t do this.” I kissed his forehead, “I love you Greg.” That was the moment I realised how I felt about him and how much I would lose if I admitted it. He’d never love me, there was no point in pretending he’d ever see me as more than a friend, yet I couldn’t see him as anything but my Greggo. “I’m sorry.” I whispered once more as I walked away, “I really am but I can’t... I won’t ruin things.” I spun around and walked to the door before stopping, just for a second.
“N-Nick?” A small voice whispered but I blamed it on my mind as I started to walk away, yes, it was definitely my mind playing cruel games with me.

20th May.

How long had it been since I’d seen Greg? I wandered as I sipped my coffee, carefully watching the sun rise into the sky, making it a deep blood red. The same colour as my hand had been after cradling Greg in my arms after the car accident.
“Go and see him.” My mind chanted as I got to my feet, “He’s out of hospital now and his new house isn’t that far away!” I quickly jumped into my car, “No. I can’t...” I whispered to myself as I started the engine.
“Call Grissom, tell him you’re taking time off and drive!” My mind and heart begged. I just hadn’t been the same since I’d left that hospital room and left Greg in his time of need because I was scared of what I felt. In those few weeks I’d realised many things, like how as much as lied to myself my feelings would still be there and how my father was disappointed no matter whom I loved. But could I really tell Greg after abandoning him? Yes, yes I could, I realised as I started the engine and started driving.

Knock, knock. My fist hit the door.
“Hello? Who is this? It’s six am!” A young woman snapped as she opened the door, “Yes? What do you want?”
“I-I’m Nick Stokes.” I smiles as I moved a hands towards her, “You must be...”
“Charlotte, Greg’s cousin and know all about you!” She growled, “You abandoned him!”
I swallowed, “I’d like to see him please.”
“No.” She snapped as she started to close the door, “You’ve hurt him enough.”
“Let him in.” A small voice whispered from behind her, “It’s okay.”
“Fine.” Charlotte growled again as she opened the door, “But if you try anything I’ll kill you and burn the pieces after chopping you up!”
“Fair enough.” I took a step into the house and found myself looking at a heartbreaking sight.

Greg was wearing plain clothes, no patterns on them and his face was so pale it hurt. He’d lost a lot of weight and he just looked so small in the large black wheelchair, so small and fragile.
“Finished staring?” Greg asked weakly as he kept looking into my eyes.
“Sorry.” What was I saying sorry to? Sorry for staring or for leaving him? Apparently he was wandering the same as his small voice broke me out of my daydream.
“Sorry for what Nick?” Greg asked as he shook his head before whispering, “What do you want? To come and see if I’m still alive?”
“I-I was worried about you.” I swallowed.
“Really? Is that why you left me?” Greg moved his wheelchair into the living room before crossing his arms, “Sit.”
I shook my head, “I’m fine thanks.”
“Oh, ready for another great escape?” I flinched at his tone, “What do you really want Nick?”
“I... I don’t know Greggo...”
“Don’t call me that! You lost all rights to call me that when you walked out of that hospital ward!” Greg yelled, “Well here I am- still alive! Well, just about, you see in a few weeks I’m having another operation to keep me that way- but nobody apart from me and Charlotte know that since you, the gang and the rest of the world seem to have forgotten about me.”
“You... I thought you were going to be fine,” I stuttered, “I would never have...”
“No, don’t give me that!” Greg snapped, “You would have done the exact same thing if you had known. Just turn around and walk away, like my father did, like everyone does.” He seemed to calm down, “I actually was falling- no, I was well beyond fallen in love with you Nick, the only reason I ever dated Troy was to try to get a reaction!” I felt myself freeze, did he really just say he loved me? “Go on Nick, anything to say?” My lips refused to move. “I though not. Go on Nick, walk away.” Greg rolled past me to Charlotte who’d been waiting in the corridor for us to finish, “He’s going.” Greg whispered before rolling away leaving me in my shock.
“You’re an idiot.” She shook her head as she dragged me to the door and shoved me out, “Don’t come back unless you’re ready to be serious because if you somehow manage to break his heart anymore I swear to God I’ll kill you.” The next thing I saw was the door slamming shut.

Love,
J.