A/N: hello lovies! Just wanted to let you know, you're gonna find out what happened to y/n's mom in this chapter. The subject may be a little sad for some readers, so read with caution.
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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...
☞︎Y/N'S POV☜︎
The bright lights above me shined brightly into my eyes. I could feel pain in several places around my body. "Y/n! Oh my god!" My uncle yelled, as he shot up from his chair beside me. His loud voice added to my pounding headache.
I looked around quickly, trying to identify where I was. The walls were a bright white, along with the floor tiles.
This place has to be a... a hospital?
I realized I was laying on a bed, and I started to sit up. "W-What's ha-" A sharp pain ran through my chest and I yelped in pain. My uncle sprang beside me and put his hands on my shoulders softly. "Sh sh sh, lay down." He encouraged, carefully helping me to lay back down.
Then he ran over to the hospital room door. "Doctor! Nurse!" He yelled outside the door. He waved his hand, signaling to someone to come in the room. "What's going on?" I asked, groggily. My uncle quickly walked back to my side again. "It's gonna be ok. The doctor will explain everything." He responded, softly wiping some loose strands of hair out of my face, before speaking again.
"Oh, y/n. I'm so glad you're ok."
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"You should be better in no time." The doctor said, scribbling something on his clipboard.
The doctor and nurses came into my room and did a few tests on me, and checked that everything was alright. The doctor explained to me my injuries, but not how I got them. I tried to ask how, but the doctor ignored my question and kept talking.
All the hospital staff left the room, leaving just my uncle and I. "Will you tell me how this happened?" I faced my uncle, and asked in an irritated tone. Uncle Bucky sat in the chair next to my bed and sighed. "There was a fight..."
As soon as those words left this mouth, small flashbacks of what happened flooded my memory.
"at the school..." I finished his sentence for him. He slowly nodded. "Well? Is everyone ok?!" I asked. Bucky sighed again and lowered his head. "What's wrong?" I asked, encouraging him to explain. "It's Miguel..."
My eyebrows furrowed. "What happened to Miguel?" I asked, the volume of my voice raising. Bucky hesitated and opened his mouth, as if he was trying to look for the right words. "What happened?!" I repeated, getting increasingly angrier and worried.
"Miguel fell off the second floor balcony..." he finally answered. My breath hitched and my hand raised to cup my mouth. "Is he ok?" I asked through my hand. "He's not doing so well..."
"Where is he? Can I see him?" I asked quickly. "No." Bucky responded. "No? No to what?" I asked, confused. "No, you can't see him." Bucky clarified. "Why not?!" I yelled.
"You need to rest yourself."
"Oh 'rest', my ass! I want to see him!" I demanded. Bucky got up from his chair. "No, you can't see him." My uncle repeated firmly. "Why?! This is bullshit! You just said he wasn't doing well! I want to make sure he's ok!" I yelled, hitting my fist on my hospital bed.
"Hey! Watch your mouth!" He snapped at me. "In case you haven't noticed, you're also hurt. You can't just go running around looking for Miguel. You have healing to do yourself!" He continued.
"You don't think I know I'm hurt?! I'm the one that has to fucking feel it!" I yelled back.
"Miguel is my best friend! I have to make sure he's alright!" I argued. Bucky breathed out angrily. "If you-" he started, before he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He looked between me and the door, before walking and opening the door. A nurse with a clipboard was standing there.
"Hello." The nurse said awkwardly. "Dr. Unwin sent me to test one more thing." She announced. Bucky nodded and opened the door wider, allowing the nurse to enter the room and walk over to my bed. Bucky and I glared at each other, while the nurse did what she needed to do.
I can't believe him right now. How could he not let me see Miguel?! What's got him so angry all the sudden?
If he won't let me see Miguel, I'll have to take matters into my own hands.
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I ran up the stairs at school, my body covered in blood and bruises. Sam and Tory were fighting at the top. I ran up and pulled Tory off of Sam. "Tory, enough!" I yelled. She turned to me angrily and kicked me back. She threw a punch at my face, but I ducked down to block it.
I grabbed the collar of her shirt, and raised my hand to punch Tory in the face, but a yell caught my attention.
Someone yelled Miguel's name, so I turned around. Then, everything went in slow motion. Miguel tipped over the second floor railing, and started to fall down. I took a fast, deep breath in, as I watched Miguel fall, unable to move anywhere.
My sight was no longer in slow motion, and I could see everything normally. Miguel hit the railing of the stairs, and a loud crack sounded through the air. I took a quick breath in, and squinted my eyes. All the sudden, I couldn't breathe.
I was unable to breathe in or out, and it felt like I was suffocating. I turn my head back to Tory, who still looked very angry. She pushed me, making me stumble back a few steps. Then, she kicked me, sending me falling down the stairs.
Everything went into slow motion again. I fell through the air slowly, still unable to take a breath. All the students that were watching the fight watched me fall with looks of horror on their faces. Everything around me went to normal speed again. I was still falling and I still couldn't breathe. My body tensed and embraced for impact, as I grew closer to the bottom of the stairs.
I was getting closer and closer to the ground. Right as I was about to land, everything around me changed, and I fell onto a different floor. The floor was white and cold. I put my hand up to my throat, as I was finally able to breathe again. Then, I heard a familiar, feminine voice call my name.
I look up, to see a hospital bed. It looked like I was in a hospital room now. I could hear a faint beeping sound playing in the room. The voice called my name again, and I stood to my feet. Once I saw who it was, my breath quickened again.
"Mom?"
"Y/n... come here," My mother said, as she laid on the hospital bed, hooked to numerous different machines. She had a colorful, floral head scarf wrapped around the top of her head.
She raised out her hand to me. I slowly walked up and placed my hand on her's. "I love you, y/n. Be good." She said to me, before all her movements stopped, and the beeping sound blended together, now sounding like one long beep.
Tears started to stream from my eyes. "Mom, n-no. D-Don't die..." I said, while crying. "Don't leave me!" I yelled. Just then, a large amount of doctors and nurses rushed into the room. A doctor ran up to my mom's bed, and pushed me out of the way.
My hand fell out of my mother's and I stumbled back. I tripped on something behind me, which made me fall down to the ground. I landed on the hospital floor harshly.
Then I sprang up in my hospital bed, sweating. My breathing was out of control. I looked around my dark hospital room. My uncle was asleep on a small couch in the room. I checked the time, which read '2:34 AM'.
I raised my hand to my forehead and wiped some sweat from my forehead. My chest hurt with every breath I took. I tried to get my breathing under control quietly, so I didn't wake up my uncle.
I thought about my dream, and an idea popped into my head. If Uncle Bucky won't let me see Miguel, I'll have to see him without Bucky knowing... So, I'm going to try to find his hospital room and see him right now...
I softly pulled my blanket off, and slowly swung my legs over the side of my bed. I softly touched my bare feet onto the cold hospital floor. I stood up from my bed. My legs were sore, due to the fighting and bruises that were planted on. My head and chest hurt as well, but nothing is stopping me from seeing Miguel.
I quietly tip-toed through the room, and grabbed the door knob. I opened the door as quietly as I could. I tried to take a step out of the door, but my foot ran into the door frame with a loud thump. I quick raised my hand to my mouth, so I would scream in pain at my freshly stubbed toe.
I looked back, to make sure my uncle didn't hear. Luckily for me, he was still sound asleep. I sighed in relief, and continued out the door. I quietly shut the door behind me, before looking down at my stubbed toe. "Geez! Why the fuck does stubbing your toe hurt so bad..." I said quietly to myself.
I looked around the hallway, which was pretty much empty, except for a few patients and nurses scattered around here and there.
I started my look for Miguel's room. I limped down the hallway, taking quick glances through the windows on each room, to see if I could find Miguel. I looked through almost all the rooms in my hallway, and I was starting to think of other ways to find Miguel's room.
There was one more room to check, so I held my breath and crossed my fingers, hoping I'd see Miguel in it. I limped up to the window and looked through.
I spotted a familiar looking french braid in a woman's hair. This hairstyle, was always worn by Miguel's mom. I found the right room.
Inside the room, Miguel's mom and grandma were asleep on chairs in the room. I looked to the hospital bed, to see an injured Miguel laying there. He had a big bruise around his eye, and a big neck brace around his neck. He was hooked onto a bunch of machines.
My heart broke slightly at the sight in front of me. Seeing my best friend lying on a hospital bed with injuries spread all over his body, brought back unhappy memories. Those memories, being what happened to my mother.
When I was young, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. And I happened to be in the hospital room when she died. Hence, my bad dreams. I would have almost the same dream about my mother almost every night. It made me not want to even sleep.
But, it's been a while since my last nightmare. That is, until tonight. I'm not sure why they stopped in the first place, or why I just had one again.
Seeing Miguel there made me grow increasingly more nervous and worried. I didn't want what happened to my mom happen to Miguel.
Many 'What if' thoughts crowded my head...
What if Miguel isn't ok?
What if Miguel doesn't wake up?
What if what happened to my mom happens to Miguel?
Tears started to sting my eyes. I couldn't stand there and stare at him any longer, and I didn't want to wake up Miguel's mom and grandma. They've probably been worried sick about him. They needed just as much rest as me. I turned and walked back to my hospital room.
I just hope Miguel is ok...
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