Jack, I think it's time. I think it's time you knew exactly what had happen to you before it's too late.

Jackaboy, if you can hear me, please, forgive me for not telling you this sooner. I was trying to figure out a way to tell you. Now I realize, this is the only way. I can't sugar-coat it. I just can't.

Oh god, give me the strength to tell this without crying.

About a week and a half ago, you were on your way to the airport to come over to L.A. for my birthday. You didn't tell me that you were coming because you wanted to surprise me. At least that's what Bob, Felix, and Wade told me.

Jack, you were crossing an intersection when another car slammed into Taxi that you were in. The driver was intoxicated, and from what the police had told all of us, "she was really, really drunk."

The force of the other car was so strong that when she hit the taxi, the taxi started flipping over again and again.

When the police arrived, they found the drunk woman uninjured and unaware what was going on. They also found the taxi you were in, totalled and upside down. The medics were able to get the taxi driver out of the car. Luckily, he was still conscious and told the medics that there was another person with him. But Jack, when they searched through the wreckage, they couldn't find you. The reason they couldn't find you in the wrecked taxi was you had been ejected.

No one knows how you were ejected, all we were told is your seatbelt had snapped when the car went tumbling. Somewhere in there, you were thrown from the vehicle and ended up several feet away. If it wasn't for a bystander, you would've never had been found.

The doctors are amazed that you even survived the wreck. The taxi driver had died on his way to the hospital. But you, you're still breathing even though you're a bruised, battered, broken Jack. Three of your ribs were cracked, your left arm and right leg are broken. You have a bruise running from your right shoulder down to your stomach from the seat belt. You're cut up all over, but that's besides the point. When you were ejected from the car, your head hit something, maybe the windshield, causing your skull to fracture a little. It may have been a tiny fracture, it was still enough to do a lot of damage.

Jack, my best friend, my buddy, old pal, you're in a coma. You have been for a week and a half. The doctors have you hooked to various machines to keep you alive. There are so many wires hooked to you.... So... Many...

They give you a 25% chance of waking up from this coma. Now the chance has dropped down to 19% since your heart stopped a couple of hours ago. But a 19% chance is better than none right?

Jack, I know you're still in there somewhere. I just... I just do. Call it a gut feeling. Whatever. I just know you're still in there, probably having a war with your thoughts. Buddy, I hate to say this, but if you're going to stay, you need to open your eyes soon. The doctors are only giving you three more days. The day after my birthday, they are going to "pull the plug."

I can't.... I can't even think of that happening. Not to you. Why? Why you? Why does it have to be you who lays all broken and clinging to your life in this hospital bed? It should be me. God, if only you hadn't decide to try and surprise me by coming down two weeks before my birthday! You would still be here, laughing, joking, and smiling with us. With Ken. With Felix. With Wade, Bob and I. IT SHOULD BE ME LAYING ON THIS FUCKING BED, NOT YOU!! Why do bad things happen to the nicest people?

Please don't go Jack.... I can understand if you want to go...b-but... I-i-i.... I d-don't want to lose another friend. I-i can't. W-why must life be this cruel to you, Jack?

Jack, p-please wake up. P-please. P-please don't leave me. I need you. I-I need my best friend. P-please. Even if you decide to let go, a-at least open your eyes for a little bit so I can say goodbye.

Please Jack.

I'm sorry buddy... I-I don't think I can talk anymore tonight. I promise I will be back tomorrow morning. I felt like, even though the nurse said it was a bad idea, it was time for you to know what had happened.

Goodnight, Jack. Sweet dreams my friend. I'll be back in the morning.

~Mark