—-Ace—-
Sabo...(Name)....
He sat next to your bed and held onto your left hand and stared at it as he losses himself in his thoughts.
He has been living with Whitebeard while Luffy has been with Shanks, they still see each other at school, but it has not been the same since you've been gone.
Sabo got well enough to go home after about two weeks, but his parents took him away.
Ace still remembers Sabo screaming at them up until his father said something to him, then he looked terrified and upset. Ace clenches his hands around yours and glares at your pale face.
They threatened him, he knows it.
And the one person who could possibly help him, is in a coma. It has been two months since you went under. Shanks is the only reason you are still on life support. Ace comes in every day for the last two months and talks to you, but you never respond, and everyone is sure you never will.
"(Name)..." He says out loud, it's only when he's alone that he shows how he is feeling. Tears build up in his eyes and silently fall down his cheeks.
"Wake up...we need you..." He says again, for the hundredth time since you've been gone. But nothing changes, your heart rate stays the same and there is no signs of life coming from you.
"I need you..." He cries silently, laying his head down next to the bed with his forehead on your hand.
It was so cold...
—-Sabo—-
Sabo leans back in his chair and sighs, he really hates having to study like this.
He looks around his old room, a room he ran away from, but now was stuck in it again. Everything was neat and well kept, everything was where it should be, but this isn't where he wanted to be.
He hasn't seen his brothers in over two months, and there isn't a day that goes by that he wants to run away and go back. But back to where?
You were still in a coma...
And as long as you were, his father could get you. With one order he could have you pulled off the machine that was keeping you alive and let you die.
Sabo bites his lower lip as it starts to quiver a bit.
He didn't want that...
—-Luffy—-
He wasn't hungry, which was unusual for this boy.
He stared at the food on his plate, his mind somewhere else. His brothers were gone. And so was the woman that took care of them.
