Untouched, Unbothered {Completed}

well, buongiorno sunshine

Valentina's POV

"St-Stella?"

Words finally, finally came out of my mouth. I heard everyone gasp and jump, except the one man who just walked into the room. He stood there silently. "VALENTINA!" Stella had shrieked. I heard Stella burst into tears. "I'm so glad you're alive." Wasn't I already alive though? Drama queen much? I laughed. I heard her dialing a number. "Hey Violet, guess what! She woke up, come to the hospital quick." Great, she called Straw. Now I had to deal with two bawling babies. I chuckled to myself a bit.

I was finally able to open my eyes. I had a few nurses and doctors staring at me. They all looked so surprised. "Why do you all look like I've been gone forever. It's only been a few days." I had said, Them all staring was starting to get annoying. "Will you please leave me alone?" I said in a meaner voice than intended. But they all left except what I guessed was my doctor. He said,

"Well, Buongiorno sunshine. It only took you five months to wake up."

What. The. Actual. Fuck?!

"FIVE MONTHS. I'VE BEEN IN A COMA FOR FIVE MONTHS. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE. WHY?!" I screamed. This had finally made my boss jump. I startled him, I thought to myself with a smirk. "Miss Moretti, I know this may come to you as a shock but I need you to quiet down. There are other patients!" This made my boss laugh. I really needed to find out his name. I don't know how much longer I can handle calling him 'my boss'.

"Thank you, sir, for donating some of your blood." I said. He nodded, and before he walked out, he looked at me confused. "How'd you know I did?" "Oh, I could hear everything. It was like listening to a show but in the dark." He stood there for a second, it looked like he was thinking hard about something, and then he just walked out of the room. Just as Straw walked in. Her eyes were already full of tears. She ran over and hugged me lightly. Making sure to be careful of my stomach/back.

"You were gone for five months. I can't even tell you how many times I cried without you. I nearly gave up this morning when Stella called me. I really thought she was gonna give me bad news." I started to cry at the fact I was gone so long to the point where the girl in front of me who never ever gives up, almost gave up. I felt horrible. Even if it wasn't my fault. I figured I'd comfort her. "Hey babe, but guess what?"

"W-what?" She said through sniffles. "I'm here, awake, aren't I?" I saw her and Stella smile big. I was glad to finally make them happy. "Miss Moretti, I know it's been a while, so I'll let you catch up with your friends, but I need to run some tests first." As I nodded at him, I tried to think about anything but my boss. What did he mean "Don't die on me? I need you to work for me. Keep fighting, for me alright?"

What did he mean he needed me to work for him. Didn't I already? At the coffee shop? Or was there more to this. Just like the punches he can throw. Was there way more to this man then I thought? I was so distracted and in my head that I didn't hear the doctor asking me questions. "How do you feel right now?" Now thinking about it, I felt amazing. Five months must have healed it pretty nicely. Then once again, I remembered. "FIVE MONTHS."

The doctor looked at me shocked. "Whoops must've said that out loud. I'm actually feeling really good."

"Well like you screamed, five months was plenty of time for your wound to heal." A smile tugged at my lips slightly, whoops. The doctor was obviously tired of my screaming. I thought it was funny, pissing him off would be easy. "When can I leave this gross hospital?" "Well since everything looks great, I'm going to say tonight." Once again I screamed. But this time was more of a shriek I was excited. And once again the doctor was annoyed with me. I'm evil.

The doctor walked out of the room, then both girls ran to me, and sat in the bed with me. "What was it like?" "What was what like?" "The coma silly. Was it like cool and fun, or boring?" "Oh, well then it was absolutely boring. All I saw was black emptiness, and then every so often I'd hear conversations. Nothing cool."

"Woah," I heard them both reply. Why was that woah? Maybe because they're not used to it? I let out a small laugh. "Why are you laughing crazy?" I started to laugh harder. It was getting to the point where it hurt my stomach. They both kinda looked worried. I wasn't acting crazy. I was just laughing. Although because they couldn't read my mind, I probably looked crazy.

"I'm not crazy I promise. I just thought of something funny, and then you called me crazy and asked why I was laughing, and started to laugh harder. I blame you both." And then I started to think, I just said crazy like seven different times in just a few minutes. Once again I started to laugh again. I had no idea why I was laughing so much.

The doctor walked in and told the girls something. It was inaudible to me. I had to know what was going on. Then before I could ask, he walked out of the room. The girls had a big smile on their faces. They started laughing hysterically. Now I was looking at them like they were crazy. What the hell did the doctor tell them?! It was really getting to me.

"Why are you laughing?! What did the doctor tell you?!" I grunted after that because I was so mad. They must've thought that it was funny because they started to laugh again. And then watching them laugh their heads off, I started to laugh because they looked ridiculous. Then we were all laughing like crazy ladies, and thinking that made me laugh even harder, making them laugh harder.

I was crying, I haven't laughed like that in a long time. Then someone carefully opened the door and walked in. Before I could see who he was, he looked like he was scared or something. And I realized that we were all laughing like maniacs over like nothing. He walked over to me. I then realized who it was. I stopped laughing. I then started crying actual happy tears. He smiled back at me. My man was here. And he looked cute as ever. He walked over to me, but before he could reach the bed, I jumped out of the bed and ran into his arms. I hugged him so tightly. Feeling so so safe in his arms. Then I kissed the crap out of the boy. Happy tears falling down my cheeks as he wiped them away with his hands, he asked,

"Why are you crying?" I breathed out a small laugh. "They're happy tears. I love and missed you so, so, much."

He had a huge smile from ear to ear, "Awe babe. I missed you too. I'm so so so sorry, I shouldn't have frantically opened the door like that five months ago. I feel so horrible that I put you into a coma. I'm the worst boyfriend ever. I hurt you and I hope you can forgive me. I love you." He whispered that last part, as tears started to stream down his face.

He had put me into the coma? I didn't know that. I mean it didn't change how I felt about the man. I still loved the crap out of him. I'm guessing he frantically opened the door like that five months ago because he heard I had been shot. He came because he cared, and yeah it sucks I was gone that long, but I'm here now. So it's alright.

"Babe calm down. I do forgive you. I never even blamed you in the first place. I know you came into my room like that because you were scared, and you cared. And that my boy, is all that matters to me."

"You really are too perfect. I love you." He said, once again I started to get happy tears.

Nine p.m. that night.

Me, Straw, Stel, and Alex went to mine and Straw's apartment. We had a fucking blast. None of us but Stel were old enough to drink, but it didn't bother us. Turns out Stella is twenty-three, not nineteen or twenty. But if you saw her you'd make the same mistake. She's absolutely gorgeous. 

Stella had to stay over which was fine with me, she stayed on the couch.

Alex had been here since the night I went into the coma. Straw invited him to stay here, but he said he didn't want to feel like a burden. So he had been renting his own apartment. His family was rich. His parents were always gone, so he had to take care of his brother. But other than that, he basically took care of himself since he had turned eighteen. He was ywenty now, so he'd been used to it.

There was no way, I was gonna let him go. I wanted him to stay here with me tonight. I just wanted to cuddle, nothing else. I made sure he knew. "Alex, can you please stay here? I don't want you to leave, I wanna spend some time with you? Cuddling and talking?"

"Of course baby." I smiled at him happily. He smirked. God did I love that smirk. Stel and Straw had passed out. So it was just me and him until someone was banging on our door loudly.

Authors comments:

Oof. If you've read this far you're a real one lmao. And I love you for it. I recently really got interested in writing. It's very fun. So any support I can get is pretty cool. Thank you.