The Hospital

Joel is in the hospital now, I'm at his bed side. They've hooked him up to an IV drip and that should keep him from dying from lack of nutrition. The police wanted to talk to me, as they do... But no creepy runner murdering police this time. They just wanted to know what happened. I told them someone attacked him, he defended me, I was too busy trying to control his bleeding to chase after him... After that, they left, because no CCTV means no crime ever happened in their eyes...

Once they let me see him, he was just still, his wounds had been treated, he looked like he was asleep... Well he was... Or rather, the doctor told me that he was in a coma. I don't know how long it'll take for him to wake up. Could be a day or so, could be years. I have money and my passport, but I can't leave him. Not like this...

And so I wait, I'm not going to leave his side. He's looked after me many times, it's now time for me to look after him.

I'm not going to post here until he wakes up. This isn't my blog. This is ours. It doesn't feel right continuing it without him...

I will, however reply to any emails you send if you wish to speak to me in private. Unspoken422@Gmail.com is the one.

For those that are running, don't stop. For those who are fighting, fight through it. For those of you who aren't with us any more. We will remember you.

~Lucas