☞︎HAWK'S POV☜︎
I left the hospital and thought about what happened, and what Bucky said to me. Maybe her uncle was right...
I wasn't there to help her...
I was too caught up with myself...
She got hurt, and I couldn't stop it...
Maybe it's best I stay away from her. She'll stop getting hurt if I'm not around. It's all my fault. I've got to do what's best for y/n. And if that means staying away from her...
Then so be it....
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I continued to walk home.
I was about half way home, when I realized I was walking past the dojo. My pace became slower, as I looked at the dojo. Memories of me and y/n came flooding back.
The first time I went to karate, and she made me feel so comfortable.
That time she punched me in the face.
When we had our first kiss right outside the dojo.
I decided to go and stop at the dojo. I crossed the street and walked through the rundown plaza. I looked up at the Cobra Kai sign that hung above the dojo. Then, something caught my eye. I could've sworn I saw a shadow from inside the dojo.
I furrowed my eyebrows and walked up to the dojo door. My hand met the door handle, and I softly pulled. The door opened with ease, and the small bell at the top of the door chimed. I walked into the dojo and looked around. I didn't see anyone around. I was about to call out to see if anyone was there, but then I heard something.
I walked through the small hallway. The sound was increasingly getting louder. I stopped at the end of the hallway and placed my ear against the door of the back room. I heard, what sounded like people shouting, through the door. I opened the door, and saw some Cobra Kai students practicing their punches.
I stood in the door way, confused. Until, a familiar voice called out. All the students stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me. Then, a man carefully pushed through the group of students.
John Kreese.
"Ah. Mister... Hawk..." Kreese said. "So glad you could join us. I was starting to think you weren't gonna show..." He continued as he slowly walked closer to me. "Where's Sensei Lawrence?" I asked him.
"You won't be seeing too much of him anymore. He gave up on you." Kreese responded. "But why would he do that?" I asked.
"He's too worried about himself. He never cared about you. About any of you." He said, before turning to face everyone.
He walked back up to the front of the group. "Hawk... fall in." He said. I stared at him and thought for a moment.
What would y/n do?
It doesn't matter anymore. She's not here...
I kicked off my shoes and found a spot in line. "Everyone..." Kreese started.
"Its time to start your real training."
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☞︎THIRD PERSON POV☜︎
It's been two days, and y/n still hasn't woken up. People have been by to visit her at the hospital, but were quickly stopped by her Uncle.
In this fragile time for Uncle Buck, he's been reluctant to let anyone see y/n. With the light of his life unconscious, he hasn't had any idea what to do with himself. He stays at the hospital all day, in hopes that is little Bug will wake up.
Y/n was diagnosed with a mild concussion, along with a minor crack in the skull and rib. When she fell, she passed out from the shock and pain. She hit her head on the stairs on the way down, causing the concussion. And because she passed out during a concussion, it's harder to wake up.
Miguel is worse off. He's been diagnosed with a coma and multiple broken bones. His diagnoses haven't been easy on Miguel's mother and grandmother. They, too, are worried sick about Miguel, hoping each day he would wake up.
Eli hasn't been in good shape either. He's been worried sick every day and every night.Every time he hears about his best friend and girlfriend's condition, he ends up getting very quiet and leaves the room.
Uncle Bucky's words have still been replaying in Eli's head. Eli has been thinking about what he should do about this situation. He's wanted to go to the hospital to visit y/n terribly, but decided against it. He thought showing up there would only make everything worse.
Meanwhile, at the hospital...
Bucky walked into y/n's hospital room. He pulled up a chair to y/n's bed. He sat down and softly placed a hand on y/n's arm. "Hey y/n." He greeted. "It's me! Your Uncle Buck." He continued.
"I hope you're doing ok... I'm sorry about what happened to you; you didn't deserve it. You're a great kid, and to be honest, I don't know what I'd do without you. I know you're not my biological daughter, but... I love you like one. I'm so proud to call you my daughter." He continued, hoping y/n could hear.
"Stay strong, my little Bug..." he gave a small smile, before standing up again and exiting the room.
Meanwhile, at Eli's house....
Eli was sitting in his living room, along with his mother. His mother turned the television on, and the channel was turned to the news. Eli was on his phone, when the words coming from the TV got caught in his ears.
"Two days ago, an all-out karate fight broke out at West Valley High School." The reporter said. Eli looked up from his phone. "Several fights broke out on everyone's first day back at school. The teachers, in question, were no where to be seen throughout the brawl. The school is getting major backlash from parents for what happened, and are trying to figure it all out now."
Eli quickly became uninterested, because he knew all this stuff already, and looked back down at his phone. That is, until a familiar name was said.
"Although not all the students were injured, two students in particular, got quite the opposite. Students Miguel Diaz and Y/n Y/l/n were greatly injured, and are currently spending their time at the hospital, unconscious." The reporter continued. Eli's head quickly whipped up to face the television. "Mom, turn it up." He said quickly, not talking his eyes away from the screen.
Eli hasn't visited the hospital since that night. He has had no way of knowing whether y/n was ok, or if she was even awake.
His mother turned up the volume a few notches, while Eli continued to listen in.
"Student Y/n Y/l/n was badly injured during the school fight, by being fought off a staircase. The interaction sent her falling down the stairs, and causing her to hit her head on the way down. Y/n is now spending her days, unconscious, at West Valley General Hospital."
Eli sprang up from his spot on the couch, angered about what he just heard. His mother turned her head in his direction, while her eyebrows furrowed. "Eli... She'll be ok. She's getting better-"
"Yeah? Well, that's what everyone has been saying, and she's still in the hospital!" He yelled angrily towards his mother. "She's still there, and I'm just sitting here! I cant do anything to help her!" He continued to yell.
"Honey, you can help by hoping her the best, and sending your wishes-"
"That's not gonna do shit, mom!" He yelled, cutting her off. "She's laying in that bed, alone. No one knows when she could wake up! And all I can think about is the fact that I wasn't there when she needed me!" He yelled, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "This is all my fault!" He yelled once more, before storming out of the living room, and up to his bedroom.
He entered his bedroom and slammed the door behind him. He fell down onto his bed and started to cry. He laid on his stomach, and covered his face with his arms. His sleeves were soon being stained by the tears spilling from his eyes.
A little while later, the door of Eli's room opened quietly. "What do you want..." Eli said dully, through his arms and into his bed sheets. Light, kind footsteps made their way to Eli's bedside table. "I brought you some milk and warm cookies..." his mother said softly, placing down a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.
Eli looked up at his mom for a moment, before sitting up straight. "Is it ok if I sit?" His mother asked, pointing to the empty spot beside him on his bed. Eli nodded, and his mother sat down next to him. Eli's eyes were still puffy and red from crying.
There was silence between the two for a moment. Nothing more than a couple sniffles from Eli. Then, Eli decided to speak. "I'm sorry for yelling..." he apologized softly. "Oh honey, it's ok. I understand." Eli's mother said, before embracing her son in a warm hug.
Eli returned the warm embrace, by wrapping an arm around his mother and hugging back. "Y/n will be ok, and you two will be back in each other's arms, together, in no time." His mother reassured, before they both broke out of the hug. Eli sighed and responded.
"If only that were true..."
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At the hospital, y/n continued to lay still in her hospital bed. Colorful 'Get Well Soon' cards from friends are scattered about the room. Her uncle sat in a chair across the room, as he started to doze off. His eyelids were getting heavier, and it was getting harder for him to stay awake. The eye bags under his eyes said it all.
His tiredness was about to take over him, and a small sound rang throughout the room. Bucky sprang up and looked around the room, in hopes his little Bug would be awake. Y/n still laid still on her bed, so Bucky let out a sigh and relaxed again in the chair. He sat forward and put his face in his hands.
Then, another small sound sounded. A small rustling sound echoed through the air. Bucky looked up at y/n again, and studied her closely. Moments later, a small movement came from y/n's head.
Bucky shot up from his chair and ran quickly over to y/n's side. He grabbed her hand into his softly and spoke. "Y/n, Bug, can you hear me?" He said quickly, with hope in his voice. Small movements came from y/n again, and Bucky's hope grew more.
"Y/n. Y/n, can you hear me?" He repeated, trying to get some sign from y/n. The room grew silent, and y/n's small movements stopped. Bucky's eyes started to gloss over, and looked as if he was about to cry. "Can you hear me?" He said once more. There were no more signs from y/n, so Bucky began to cry.
Uncle Bucky's head hung down, as tears started to drop from his eyes. He was so close to finding out whether y/n was truly ok or not, he thought. That is, until, Bucky felt something else. He could feel a small increase of pressure on his hand.
He looked up to his hand, which was still holding y/n's. He wiped his eyes, in hopes that what he was seeing wasn't a hallucination, due to the lack of sleep and the great amount of tears pooling in his eyes. Then, it happened again... y/n was squeezing his hand. He shot up in happiness and excitement.
Just then, Uncle Bucky saw a sight that he's been waiting for so desperately. Y/n's eyes started to slowly flutter open.
Y/n was awake...
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A/N: she's alive loviessss 🤪