YB male reader x peter (17+) (Ongoing Story)

chapter 12: aftermath (TW, MEDICAL TALK)

After being taken to the hospital, the memories of afterwards were all just one messy blur, like a Sharpie blot on a metaphorical page of memories..

All i remember after arriving is bright lights shining into my eyes, blurry faces contorted with worry, loud beeping coupled by squigled lines on a screen, and a crowd of people in white coats swarming over me while barking commands to their comrades...

and then i was gone, drifted away into a black abyss of nothingness where i could feel nothing..

..that was until i started hearing things again recently.

I could hear the doctors and other people in the room talking..at first it was a low chatter i could barely hear, like as if there was cotton in my ears and the disembodied voices were right next to me, urging me to understand.

Soon i could make out full conversations after a while and recognize who was talking, which soon came with the feeling of recognizing when people touched me.

Whatever was happening in the outside world, I could at least tell that my friends were coming to see me!..I could hear their voices, feel their touch, but i was still so far away from conciousness..

I could comprehend it all, like i was right there with them, but i still couldn't speak or move..

I felt trapped, like i was some sort of ghost trying to be noticed, but no one would ever hear me and i'd be unheard, unseen, and alone forever.

I could hear the doctors..lately they'd been talking amongst themselves, saying things like "he may not wake up" or "maybe we should urge the patients' friends to let go.."

I was losing hope on ever getting out of this hell, just like before with peter..

I didn't want to ever think about what happened in that horror house ever again, I just wanted to wake up and see my friends again..

It was all i ever thought about.

Suddenly, the sound of the door to my room in the hospital creaked open, pulling me from my thoughts.

I heard three sets of footsteps walk in, each pattering along on the tile at a different pace..

These were the 3 familiar footstep patterns I'd come to recognize as my friends!

Lucy's small and quick steps followed by don's heavy, slower ones and Tk's light, medium paced steps.

They were here to see me!

"Hey buddy..i know you cant hear us, but we brought you these anyways.." Lucy said, sniffling a bit as she said so, but still trying to keep her usual calm attitude..

I heard the clink of a glass object, most likely a vase, being set down next to me. must be flowers or something..

I heard some shuffling around me as if everyone was settling down and suprisingly, a warm hand soon fell onto mine.

They started stroking my limp hand lovingly and soon brought it from the bed to what i presumed to be their face.

I could feel their hot breath on my skin with both hands shakily holding mine as warm, wet tears soon fell from above.

"Y/N..i'm so sorry..i-i did everything i could.." TK's voice responded, sniffling and stifling sobs as he did so.

"Hey man...I know what youre thinking, and it's okay..the doctors said that nothing was wrong with your donation, and everything should be going smoothly..Y/N just needs more time to let it circulate through his system..he'll be okay." Lucy said, her tone of voice sounding shakey, like she was doing her best not to break down.