JADEN JACOBS

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The rest went by in a blur. The next thing I knew, we were in the hospital waiting room, the boy Spencer right next to me, crying coming from the room to our left. My eyes were dry. I wasn't sure what was happening anymore. "Hey, are you ok?" Spencer whispered to me. I nodded blankly. I noticed suddenly that he was holding my hand. I pulled it away, blushing. "Sorry. Oh, God, sorry. I, uh-" his sentence died off. I didn't respond. A nurse came out of the room, followed by a crying Latina woman, and said, "Are you both Spencer and Jaden? Mr. Martinez is asking for you both." Spencer nodded and got up. I followed and we stepped into the room. Alan lay on the bed, looking a bit sick. He was pale, and there was the bulge of a bandage on his side. "Hey, dude," Spencer said, closing the door behind me. "Hi Spence," Alan said weakly. He turned his head towards me. "Hi Jaden." "Hi, Alan." "You were asking for us?" Spencer said. "Yeah. My mom can't hold it together. I can't stand the sound of crying." Spencer nodded. I put my hand on the door, ready to leave. "Hey, no, wait. Stay."