Memories

17. Recovery

Y/n POV:

I woke up to the sound of beeping. I opened my eyes, wincing at the pain all over my body. The magnified sound of my breathing through the mask. I was plugged into every outlet on the room. Wires all over my bed. I moved my head only a little to see cards and chocolates on the bedside table.

A doctor came in with a chart, saw I was awake and smiled. "Are we awake?" She asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. "You've been asleep for a month. A coma. We were worried you weren't going to wake up dear." She walked over and looked at the monitors beeping beside me then wrote down on her chart. "Ok, I am going to run a few tests then we will talk about the recovery."

She scooted over and sat on my bed. She gently wrested her fingertips on my wrists. I looked down to see there was still scaring. We sat in silence until she took off her fingers and wrote on her chart again. Then she got a wooden stick from her pocket. "Can you open your mouth wide for me?" I opened my mouth, but my lips were trembling. "That's ok dear. You can close it now. Here." She lifted a cup of water with a straw in it to my mouth.

I sipped on the water. It glided down my dry throat. It was so fresh compared to the warm water I have had only every 2 days in that horrible place. I finished and tried to say thank you, but I only managed a: "tha- ou" my voice sounding very hoarse and dry. "Don't worry, it's totally normal to have a loss of voice from lack of water, and blood loss." She spoke. Then she checked my ears with a bright light. Then she dragged the same bright light over to my eyes and told me to look at her finger. She moved her finger across my face, my eyes trying it is best to keep up with it. "Response a bit delayed..." I heard her mumble as she jotted down more notes.

"Your breathing is still hitched, having trouble speaking. Nothing blocking your ears, but response is delayed with your eyes. Apart from that, you should recover simply fine! While you have been on your coma, we took care of all your bruises, burns and cuts. I am afraid there will be scaring, but it should not be painful. If you want, I can allow your family to come through?" She later laid all the information on me at once. I simply nodded.

Next thing I know, my dad, mom and... Wanda? My mom comes up to me and cups my face in her hands. "Oh, my little angel. I'm so glad your back!" She then wrapped me in a gentle hug, trying not to hurt me. Then my dad came over and grabbed my hand and my moms and kissed them. Wanda was standing at the bottom of my bed, smiling. I tried my best smile back at her.

The doctor came back in and told them to give me a bit of space, as I was still having trouble breathing. Wanda managed to sneak a hug in though. Even though I was unable to speak long sentences, the silence was comfortable.

Over the next few weeks, the doctors helped me to walk, talk, move my arms and write. Walking was the hardest. It took days for me to be able to walk from my bed to the door. Soon enough, after doing that every morning, afternoon, and evening I was able to try walking the halls. Then it was talking. I had to try to say my name every lunchtime. I took medicine for dry throats, drunk plenty and soon enough I could say my name. Then my full name. Then who my parents were. I had a feeling this also played into making sure I did not have amnesia.
Then I had a specialist come in to do nerve training with me, so I could get all sense of feel back. All the energy coarsening through my veins must have numbed my nerves. After days upon days of all of this, I was finally discharged.

I was on crutches to enable me to do some form of movement in my legs and arms. I had a wheelchair for bad days.

I walked up the drive, hobbling on my crutches. The big compound I call home looming over me. As we drew nearer and nearer, an anticipation rose in my legs to finally be home. Then when the door opened. I saw a giant banner hanging in the living room in the distance. As we drew closer, I could hear shuffling. Then: "welcome home!" People jumped out from behind the couch, walls, and drapes. Wanda, vision, MJ, Ned, and Peter were just a handful of the people I knew. MJ, Ned, and Peter all came up to me.

"Y/n!" Ned rushed over, meeting me in a crashing hug. "Ne-d ti-g-ht" I gasped.

"Oh, right sorry!" He pulled away, still smiling. " So glad to see you again..." I heard MJ barley whisper. "Gl-ad T-o see y-ou t-oo." I coughed out. Then I noticed Peter awkwardly staring at the ground. "We'll leave you. Won't we MJ?!" Ned grabbed MJ.

"Hi." Peter finally said. "Hi." I smiled back. He finally looked up, and I could see his eyes watering. "I'm so glad your back too." He smiled, leaning in, and gently hugging me.

I leant my head on his shoulder, glad to see the peaceful Peter back, not that riled Peter I saw.
We broke away, each smiling at each other. I lifted my hand up to gently wipe away the tears rolling down Peter's cheeks.

Then I heard the doorbell. My dad went over to it and opened the door to reveal Miles and his family. "Mil-es?" I sputtered. " t-he on-e an-d on-ly." He smiled, his voice sounding better and less dry than mine.