(POV Tybalt)
The first thought that came to me that I remember thinking as I started gaining consciousness was that I was cold, and that there was buzzing in my ears. I wanted to adjust my blankets to get warmer but strangely I could barely seem to move my fingers, and only on one arm. These symptoms didn't alarm me as much as they should have normally, but I felt surprisingly zen, a little bit like how I feel on weed. The real panic started when I couldn't really move anything, including my eyelids.
The first thing I thought was am I dead, but I could tell I was breathing and I could with a lot of effort move my right hand fingers and all of my toes, so death didn't seem likely. But as I slowly remembered the fight, and the head injury I suffered another possibly came to me, I was in a coma. I was in a coma and could not wake up. My heart started racing, and I started hyperventilating, which put me suddenly in excruciating pain which brought me out of my state and finally with my new found adrenaline I managed to open my eyes.
They wouldn't focus at first, with a lot of effort I slowly opened and closed them until finally I could see clearly again. Well, mostly, my right eyes was painfully sore and was not opening properly, but I could see out of it. I was in a white room with dimmed lights, and I was in a bed that was not my own.
Blinking a few more times I could see that my left arm was in a cast and that the right was hooked up to an IV. I must be in a hospital. I turn my head from left to right, it hurts but it is possible, I see that I'm in a small room with only a window and chair beside the medical equipment I am hooked up too.
"Hello?"
My voice is raspy and doesn't sound like my own, slowly as I talk it starts sounding more familiar.
"Is anyone out there? Nurse? Doctor? Juliet?"
I kept calling out, minutes pass and finally a woman in scrubs comes in.
"Your are awake Mr Conti. How do you feel?"
"Sore, my eye and ribs hurt, but I also feel extremely odd in general."
"Oh, that will be the morphine, now that you are awake I'll reduce the levels a little."
Thinking slightly clearer I only had one question on my mind.
"How is Mercurio Prince, is he alive?"
"I can't give his medical information to you, but yes, he is alive."
I literally sighed in relief.
"That is good to hear, I feared I had killed him. Where is my cousin, where are my parents?"
"I'm not sure sweetie. A man came in a couple hours ago to pay for your expenses, but he left shortly after. Can I get you anything?"
My heart sank a little. Although it hurt that my parents only came to pay for me, I still saw that coming, but Juliet, knowing her she would be by my bedside the entire time, something must have happened.
"Um yes, did I arrive with my phone?"
"Oh yes dear, it's on this side table over here. Here you go."
She laid it on my chest. I pick it up with my right arm and shakily go into my messages. There are a couple get well texts from some people I know from school, but nothing from Juliet. In fact she hasn't texted me in over 3 days which is unlike her. I just write her a little message as the nurse leaves.
'Hey Juls, I am up. I am sore but alive. I haven't heard from you, everything good?'
Just as I hit send I notice a head of blonde hair look into my room, and then immediately pop back out. Despite the drugs I believe I know who it is.
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Star-Crossed Rainbows
FanfictionModern day and language and an au where each character at least have one brain cell brain cell unlike the play. This will focus on the relationship between Benvolio and Tybalt. The background will continue the story of Romeo and Juliet but will star...