Unrequited (humanstuck)

Chapter 1

It's been a couple years now since the accident. And he still hasn't fully recovered. The doctors say he never will, but I believe in my brother. He's too strong to succumb to this...to strong to stop fighting. He's my idol. The one I look up to...he can't just give up. Not him. Not my big brother. Not because of my stupid mistake. "II'm 2orry. Plea2e wake up...II'm 2orry..." I don't know how many times I've repeated myself, how many times I've said those words over and over until my throat ached, burned.. But it never worked, no matter how many times I said it, no matter how loud I screamed, no matter how desperate my cries became. He hasn't woken up. "II diidn't mean iit, II wa2 ju2t mad, iit wa2 an acciident. Plea2e!" To see my brother like this is almost too much to bare, yet everyday I went to the hospital and watch over him. Because once he opens his eyes, once he can see me, I'm going to apologize. I'm going to hug him. I'm going to be so happy. But it's been a little over two years now, and that day has yet to come. "Tuna...wake up..." I tried not to cry, but remembering that moment each day is so painful...and I can't imagine what he went through. So I cried again, like I do every day. Just waiting for him to open his eyes. I'm so desperately trying to help him, but I don't know how. "Plea2e Tuna, tell me how to fix thii2! Tell me how to wake you! You've 2lept long enough! IIt'2 tiime to get up! Wake up, god damn iit!" I shook him in a vain attempt to get him to move on his own like he used to. Back when he was healthy and sleeping, if I shook him he would always get mad and slap my hands away. "IIf you liike 2leep 2o much, then 2top me! 2lap my hand2 away liike alway2!" But he didn't move...he just laid there in the bed with his head tilted down and his hair covering his eyes. His arms were above the blankets, one of them held an IV. A small needle. That's what is keeping him hydrated. Just a needle. And he wouldn't need that needle if it wasn't for me, if I hadn't flipped out on him. "II regret what I 2aiid. II take iit back! II don't hate you, II love you Miituna! Wake up!" I couldn't control my anger and I tried to run away. I can't remember what about, but we got into a big fight. We yelled at each other, harsh swears soon turning into fists. I was so mad. I screamed at him and told him I hated him more than I've ever hated anything in my life. He looked troubled after I said that and gave me a sad look. That's when I ran. I turned and ran across the street without looking and I almost got his by a truck. He yelled for me and quickly ran to push me out of the way. I fell forward and he got slammed into by the truck. We were both knocked unconscious, his body was broken and bleeding. I woke up the next day in the hospital beside him. He slept for a while. I thought he was just tired, so I waited. I laid next to him and waited. The next day came, and I waited. Four days passed, and I waited. A week, month, and a year passed, and I waited. That's when the doctors said you wouldn't wake up. I cried for days after that. But I have faith that you will open your eyes... Someday Mituna, no matter the circumstances, we will be together again... I laid my head on his chest and cried softly to myself, missing his voice and his smile. His chest was rising and falling more than normal. Maybe he's having a bad dream. I looked up and brushed some hair from his face, lightly kissing his head. "Only good dream2..." I took his hand and clenched it tightly, laying back down on his chest and crying. His breathing eventually slowed its pace and I gave a small sigh of relief and clenched his hand tighter, and for the first time in years I felt his finger twitch. My head shot up and I hesitated before grabbing his shoulders, shaking him softly but raising my voice. "T-Tuna..! Diid you ju2t move?!" I let go of one of his shoulders and grabbed his hand. "D-Do iit agaiin! Move, bro! You can do iit! Ju2t...2queeze my hand..!" I shook him a bit more, but to no avail. He didn't move. I squeezed my eyes shut and sobbed into his hand. "Damn iit, why won't you ju2t...open your eyes...iit'2 not hard..." I looked at his sleeping face and I started to shake. "Ju2t open them..!" He laid there and breathed lightly. Maybe...I thought wrong...maybe he didn't move after all... The nurse walked in and put her hand on my back.
"It's time to go, Sollux. Visiting hours are over..." I turned to her frantically. "N-No..! He...he moved! II felt iit! His hand moved, II know iit!" I looked into her eyes and she frowned, looking over at him and then back to me. She talked with pity and sorrow in her voice.
"Oh, Sollux...no. He didn't move. He couldn't have." She looked at the medical charts. "His brain is still inactive...I'm sorry..." She frowned and hugged me. This nurse was a very good friend of mine. I've been at this hospital for hours almost every day since the accident, she had been by our side ever since. "But I'm sure it makes him very happy when you come and see him..." I frowned and hugged her back, nodding slightly. I let her go and turned back to my brother, smiling softly and putting my hand on his once more before I left. That night I couldn't sleep. I cried a little, clinging onto the hope that my brother moved, and when I did sleep my dreams were filled with the horror of that night.