her eyes, that's where I go when I go home.
It was the worst form of déjà vu for him; this hospital, this girl. It was all the same. The circumstances were drastically different, though. This time, it was him watching someone be wheeled away, this time, he was left with a choking feeling that he couldn’t swallow, and this time he was left with uncertainty. He didn’t know what would happen, but he knew that he couldn’t do it alone.
Jordan Staal pulled out his phone to call his teammates to come comfort, and to help him make sense of the last hour, but before he could start to dial the familiar numbers, Mason O’Rear’s doctor came through the double doors she had just been wheeled through. The look on his face was grim and Jordan’s heart plummeted.
“Mr. Staal.” He stuck out his hand for Jordan to shake and then gestured for the two to sit in nearby hospital chairs. “You know about Mason’s condition, correct?” Jordan nodded and swallowed the lump that was steadily growing in his throat. “And you know that he condition has been getting worse over the past few months, even after the trial she went through?” Again Jordan nodded. “We have to do some tests to confirm, but we think Mason is suffering from Pneumonia, which is very common for patients with Huntington’s. Her heart is also beating very rapidly, and that’s concerning to me. We’ll let you know.” And with that, the doctor got up and left.
Jordan called all of his teammates and sat back in the plastic chairs that were starting to hurt his back. He wouldn’t be able to sit still much longer, and he kept pressing the “home” button on his phone as if checking to see if anyone had texted or called him, though his attention was anywhere but his phone. Just as he was about to push himself out of the chair, he glanced at the lit up screen of his phone and stopped.
It was a picture he had taken of him and Mason on top of the Eiffel Tower. He was kissing her cheek and on her face was the most brilliant smile. The wind was whipping her dark brown hair around her face, and both of their cheeks were tinted pink, but his gaze kept drifting down to the smile on her face. Even if it was on a screen the size of his hand, it radiated happiness.
Even after the screen went dark from inactivity, he stared. He stared when people were pushed through the doors on a stretcher, and he stared when ambulances flew by the glass wall of the hospital. And he stared when Mason’s doctor came back to talk to him, two hours later and broke the news that Mason’s lung capacity was decreasing so rapidly, that she would need to be on a ventilator in a matter of days. He stared when his teammates appeared out of nowhere and patted him on the back, and grasped him on the shoulder, and tried to talk to him. And he stared when he realized that Mason was going to die very soon. He stared at his phone, at the picture that had disappeared a long time before in the hopes that he could transport himself back in time to that moment. The happiest moment of his life. But he couldn’t.
So Jordan Staal stood up, and put on a steely resolve as he and his teammates walked through the doors to visit Mason O’Rear.