(Mark's P.O.V.)

It's been a day since Chase confessed, and I haven't seen or heard of him since. Seán still isn't doing any better, and it's really starting to worry some of us. The doctors said that after a week if there's no improvement, they're shutting it down. So we're all hoping, and praying. Ann is really beat up about it too. She apparently went over to Seán's hospital room yesterday, and left him a gift. 

She felt bad that she didn't do more, or look into it more. He was breaking down in front of her and she couldn't do anything, and that's beating her up. She feels guilty. Bob, Wade and Ken knew something was going on, they knew it was bullying, and they didn't do anything either. They visited the first night he was here. 

They told me that if they just grilled Felix a bit more, maybe they could have figured it out and helped. But they didn't. And so they feel guilty. Felix knew exactly what was going on, and didn't do a single thing. He didn't tell me, or an adult, or any of our friends. He did nothing. Next to me and Chase, he feels guiltiest of all. He also visited Seán, probably the second night since I didn't see him any other time. 

And now I'm going to visit Seán. I haven't been able to do it, I've just been so heartbroken. I don't want to have the image of Seán in a hospital bed burned into my brain. I don't want to see it. But I need to see him. So I am. I walk slowly down the halls, looking for room 412. Fourth floor, twelve room. It is not laid out that simple. I read number, after number. I go past door, after door. I see patient, after patient. And finally I find it. 

The closed door with the plaque next to it reading 412. It has a ton of color coded things on it, letting doctors know things I don't know. But I don't care about that. I just want to see him. With one last breath, I walk into the room, shutting the door behind me. I smile softly, looking at him laying there. He looks so peaceful. He's hooked up to machines, and he lays unconscious. He wears a hospital gown, and his hair is untidy. 

I walk over to his bedside, running my hand through his fluffy green hair. I miss the feeling of his hair tangled in my fingers, and the feeling of his lips on mine. I miss falling asleep with him snuggled into my chest, and the times when we'd make a challenge, and always end up cutting short cause we'd start making out. 

I miss his blue eyes. The blue eyes that can always see into my soul, and makes me love life a little bit more. The blue eyes that make me forget about how afraid of the ocean I am, and reminds me of just how beautiful the sky can be when it's put in his eyes. 

I miss his smile. The smile that was more often than not real. The smile that would always ease my conscience and make me happy too. The smile that I could always tell when fake and when it wasn't.

I miss his laugh, and his walk, and his warmth, and his hope. I miss him. I miss him so much. I finally finish fixing his hair just how he likes it, sitting down in a chair and scooting up to right next to the bed. I take his hand in my own, holding it close. His hand is cold, but his hands are always cold. Something I never understood, but was just normal for him. 

I hold his hand in both of mine, hoping to warm him up just a little bit. I look around the room then, spotting all of the presents and gifts on the end table. Reluctantly, I let go of Seán's hand, getting up and looking at all of them. A photo from his mom, a picture of him, her and Kate. A new game from Felix, and a letter that I don't dare open for it isn't mine. 

A vase of flowers from Ann, and a little note that just has a heart and smiley emoji on it. A ton of gift cards from Ken, Wade, and Bob, along with a green ribbon bow tying them all together. And finally... An envelope and small box. This I can't help but look at, though I don't open the envelope. Instead I just look at the back of it.

To Seán

From Chase

It's undoubtedly an apology letter. But what's the box? I take it, and against my better judgement, I open it slowly. My eyes widen when I see what's inside. It's a bracelet. A simple bracelet. Silver band, with gold rings on it. It's a hook bracelet. And from what the info card says inside, it's a Cruzan Hook Bracelet from the US Virgin Island of St. Croix. There's another little card inside, hand written. I pick it up carefully.

A gift, just to show how sorry I am. Hopefully you and Mark can get matching ones, to show everyone that you're together. Just wake up, okay?

I smile softly, putting the card back in the box, and then putting the lid on. I put the box back on top of the card, and I turn around, walking to the other side of the bed and sitting down once again. I sigh, running my hand through my hair. 

"Everyone really misses you Seán. And everyone's really worried." I chuckle, looking over at the gifts before looking back at him. "You told me you talked to me when I was in that coma, so there's no reason I can't talk to you too." I say, smiling still. I start running my fingers through his hair again, sighing. "But not today. Visitor hours are almost up." I say, looking up at the clock. I stand up, taking my hand away. "Goodnight Seán." I whisper, kissing his forehead before walking away.