There's a woman at the hospital when Josh arrives the next day, standing outside Tyler's room and crying. With her brown hair, freckles, and big brown eyes, Josh can only assume she's Tyler's mother.

The door to Tyler's room is closed.

"You're Josh?" the woman sniffles, feebly trying to wipe her tears away with a tissue.

Josh nods.

"He's...gone into a coma." She sniffles again. "You should go in. The doctors say he might be able to hear us."

Josh pushes open the door without a word, closing it behind him, and stands at Tyler's bedside. The boy's eyes are closed, an oxygen mask over his face, and multiple tubes and wires hooked up to him. His charge is at one percent.

He still looks beautiful, but Josh does not say this aloud.

"Hey, Tyler." Josh swallows, grasps his friend's cold hand. "It's Josh, in case you didn't know. Um." He blinks. "I just want you to know that I'm really sorry about all of this." Even now, it sounds empty. False.

If this were a movie, one of those deep romances that teenagers always go for, Josh would tell Tyler that he loves him.

But this is not one of those movies, this is real life, and Joshua does not love Tyler.

The light on Tyler's wrist drops to zero percent, and then fades completely. He flatlines, but no one rushes into the room to try to save him.

Joshua goes home.

A/N: I apologize, but I hope you enjoyed this fic