Evan POV:

Night after night, I was right beside him, holding his hand, wishing he could hold it back.
I missed him so much...
I missed his smile, his voice, his laugh...
Everything.
I'd do anything to get him back.
But not once did I cry.
Not yet... I had faith, I knew he was alive, and I knew he'd be well soon.
He will be.
And when he's back, I'll propose to him.
We'll get married and adopt, raise a family. Just like Niki is going to do.
It was soon Thanksgiving.
We were all okay, all healed.
Nicole's baby was getting bigger.
And when the baby gets bigger, Nicole gets bigger.
And bitchier. And whinier. And hungrier.
But I didn't blame her... She couldn't help it.
Everyday she would be craving something new, and Luke being the amazing husband that he is...
He would always get it for her.
She'd cry now, almost constantly, from pains, but he'd be there to help her, to rub her tummy, to stroke her face, or to embrace her.
I smiled to myself.
My new brother in law.
We all ate, talking amongst ourselves, but I didn't say anything, I barely ate, because I knew it would never be the same without Jonathan.
Days passed, turning into weeks, turning into months.
When Christmas arrived, Nicole was too sick to even leave the house, being three months pregnant.
New Year's stroke, where I spent nights next to Skylar, her putting her head on my shoulder as we sat next to Delirious's still body.
She'd cry every now and then, and I'd kiss her hair and sigh.
She'd fall asleep in my lap and Keegan, a new addition to our family, even though I still hold a grudge, who pick her up and take her home.
I'd sit for seemingly endless hours in that hospital, next to him, talking to him.
I'd update him on things like how Nicole's baby is doing and what our wedding could be like.
I'd tell him all the new video games that were coming out, and how I'd never play them without him, telling him I'd wait.
I'd assure him that his fans missed him so very much, and me, too, because I'd taken time off to stay at his side.
Sometimes I'd sing to him.
All the other guys would come in to see him and leave maybe a teddy bear beside him.
Lonnah would look down at him and go on and on about how much she missed him, and that she would be clueless without him.
The months passed...
February (I bought him chocolate and a pink bear) to March (St Patrick's Day, Nogla ran into the room dressed as a leprechaun, dancing and talking to Delirious,) to April... To May. His birthday... May 2nd.
I bought him some blue balloons and I hung them up in his room, hoping he'd like them.
I bought a cake for him, even though he never even moved a muscle or opened an eyelid to attempt to eat it.
I bought him birthday cards and I sung him happy birthday.
When I was done, I sat beside him, smiling.
"Happy Birthday, baby boy."
Nicole was seven months pregnant, but she came in, hugging Delirious and wishing him a happy birthday. She bought him presents as well.
Luke smiled and wished his "brother" a happy birthday, and soon Lonnah, Skylar, Marcel, Nogla, Mini and Tyler, and even Hannah did, as well.
And even someone else did.
Someone I least expected.
I stood up in her presence.
"S-S-Sydney?" I asked.
My ex girlfriend... The one I'd broken up with so long ago.
"Hey, Ev. I heard it's his birthday." she smiled, sitting down a present.
I nodded.
I was silent.
"I'm really sorry." she said.
I looked up.
"I'll never forgive Marilyn for what she did."
She nodded.
"I wouldn't, either. But she was a little coco for coco puffs, if you know what I mean." she laughed.
I smiled, sat down, and nodded.
"It's stupid he's going to die this way."
I looked up.
"What?"
She tilted her eyebrows in confusion.
"He's going to die..?"
I stood up again.
"No!"
"You don't actually think he's going to make it, do you, Evan?" she shook her head.
I glared at her.
"He is absolutely going to make it!!"
"Evan Fong, how long has it been? What, seven months?!" she asked.
I started tearing up.
"That doesn't m-"
"Evan! He's gone! Just let him go!"
I shook my head.
"Get out."
"E-"
"Get out!" I yelled.
"You're not se-" she shook her head and stepped back.
"I am serious! GET THE FUCK OUT!" I said, throwing her present at her.
"Evan! EVAN! NO!" she said, picking it up, backing up.
"You came here, to make me feel bad?!" I yelled, tears running accidentally down my cheeks.
"You can't make me feel worse. If I had actually have done something, he wouldn't have had a heart attack. He'd be okay. This is my fault. Nothing you say can make it better. You only make it worse." I said, through gritted teeth.
She looked down, in pain, and stepped out of the room, and then began walking away.
I looked back at the door and sat down beside Jonathan again.