Til our mission do us part.

Hanahaki part 2

A continuation of the previous chapter Anya and Damian dare still about 16-17

I guess this is Semi Angst with Fluff? I'm not really sure anymore 💀
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A week has passed

The window was left open slightly a gentle breeze blew into the stuffy room, being carried along the breeze were flower petals. Anya picked up a petal and gazed at it with a dull expression her heart ached at the memory of flowers dropping from Damian's mouth. Anya's heart clenched at the thought of Damian being in love with anyone but her, she moved her gaze from the petal back to the boy lying in the bed. Anya moved her chair slightly closer to the bed her hand unconsciously moved to grab Damian's. She squeezed his hand two times as she had been the last week, her eyes closed softly and she sighed her voice sounded hoarse to her own ears,

"You know if you keep me waiting any longer I might just have to leave."

"Or I can give up. The Damian I know hates it when I give up on anything so when you wake up don't forget to scold me. Er.. just say anything I want to hear your voice again." She had hoped that Damian could hear her while he's been unconscious; Anya had been talking to him a lot this past week about how sorry she was and how it might've started out as a mission but just from getting to know him he's become someone irreplaceable. Someone she loved very deeply and she was sorry she betrayed him and his trust. She also talked about trivial things like bondman returns or other shows she was watching recently. Anything to cover up the sound of the machine Damian was hooked up to or the deadly silence of the room.

Anya checked her watch and saw it was getting late it was almost closing time, she stood up to leave she gazed at Damian's hand in her own not ready to let go.

"When you wake up I promise I'll make everything right again. If you'd rather me leave I'll accept that too, just don't go through this again... please Sy-on boy."

Anya's voice cracked as she held back her own tears, she gently let go of Damian's hands as she promised to visit him the next day and swore she'd even bring some of his favorite treats if he woke up soon.

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Damian jolted awake his eyes wavered, the first thing he noticed was he was able to breathe clearly he felt a cold sweat coming on. His fingers slowly touched his throat and his voice caught in his throat,

"ah.. no.." his heart dropped he raked his brain trying to think of anyone or anything,

pink hair; pink hair blew gracefully in the wind, soft bright green eyes that twinkled in mischief, an annoying voice spewing crude insults and vulgar words that contradicted such a beautiful face, "Stupid Sy-on boy! dumb dumb pooopy head!"

Tears streamed down his face, his heartbeat sped up as all the memories of that stupid girl crashed into his brain; he still had his memories, he still had his feelings, but most importantly he still had his Anya.

Damian's hand tightened around his throat, he couldn't believe it he racked his brain trying to find an answer or an explanation in his head. He was sure he passed out from not being able to breathe, he was sure it was the end for him and he had accepted that so why was he ok still holding onto his feelings.

Damian looked up when he heard footsteps he made eye contact with a nurse who shouted for the doctor; everything had happened in a blur nurses rushed in did some tests talked to Damian and then the doctor walked in shooing the nurses out so he could talk to Damian privately.

"Damian. Before I ask the difficult questions how are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Can you breathe normally?" The doctor moved to sit on the chair next to Damian. He gestured to the window when Damian didn't answer any of his questions. He could see it the boys head was buzzing with a million questions. The doctor sighed loudly,