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Everything was so dark.
Yelling and screaming ran through my head for what seemed like ages.
But now it was silent.
Dark.
Cold.
And I was alone.
I gasped and sat up quickly. My vision was blurry and my breathing frantic.
What happened?
All I could remember was being in the airship talking with everyone and then a loud noise then. Then what happened? I quickly looked around my vision coming back. My hands gripped the mattress I was sitting on. I looked down and saw myself with bandages covering my chest, and blood staining the bandages. My eyes widened. I had been shot. Where was Sasha, that's the last thing I saw was Sasha's face. I threw off the covers, and swung my feet over the side of the bed. I felt a small tug on my arm and saw an IV drip connected to my arm. I was about to get up when the door opened. I looked around and saw Sasha staring at me. She was carrying clean bandages, a tray of food and some flowers.
"Y/N?"
"Sasha"
Sasha dropped everything and walked towards me, hands shaking as she brought them up to my face.
"You're actually awake?" She questioned smoothing my hair down.
I sighed loving the feeling of Sasha. I had missed it.
"I hope so," I muttered.
"Me too" She sniffed her eyes glistening with tears, "I don't think I can handle another dream of you waking up, and it not being real."
"Sasha..." I brought her into a hug wanting to show her I was awake. She squeezed me a little too tight however, and I winced in pain.
"Oh I'm sorry, usually I wake up by now" She sniffled pulling away.
"It's okay, Sasha you dropped your food" I said pointing at the things on the floor.
"Oh right" She quickly walked over, grabbed the bandages, and flowers.
"You forgot the food" I chuckled.
She only hummed, putting the flowers in a vase, and smiling at me.
"I'm going to change your bandages okay?"
Maybe I was in some sort of coma; this couldn't be real, right?
"What's wrong?" Sasha asked midway through unwrapping my bandages.
"Why didn't you grab the food?" I asked.
Sasha laughed, "Because you're more important than any piece of bread."
