Fool me once, On the battle front | An OC in the MCYT world

No longer strong (10)

No shit in this chapter, last chapter was depressing enough <3

This chapter does make up two teams for the Tubnet x CraftmasterLive event from Twitchcon, but I hope that doesn't matter!

The fake teams in question are:

Black Banshees
and
Silver Snakes!

Enjoy the chapter, and I hope people don't mind me remixing this!

Taylor's POV

If I could move, I would be crying.

The doctor had just told both my friends and my sister that I was in a coma. I didn't know if they knew, but I could hear and feel everything.

I could feel Scarlett's pained grasp on my hand, Amira's gentle stroking on my hair, and Donut's warm breath on my shoulder. Nobody spoke for a while, and I felt disturbed. Silence wasn't something I enjoyed, and the fact that nobody knew what to say was the worst, as I knew, and enjoyed finding something to keep people's spirits up.

I wished that someone would say something, anything, but a few minutes later, I heard whispers, and people began to leave. I could tell that based on the footsteps coming out of the room. I didn't want them to leave..

All but one comfort left my side.

Scarlett. She had yet to loosen her grip on my hand, but was also leaving. I didn't want them to leave.

Not yet.

Scarlett's breath became hitched, and I heard a voice begin to form. She had waited to whisper something to me, that nobody else could hear.

"P-Promise me you'll make it through this, if not for you, for me?"

I couldn't respond, but if I could, I would be promising it to Scarlett a million times over. I hoped that they could tell, and based on the fact they hugged me, and left, I knew Scarlett understood that I was still there.

I hoped Scarlett was okay.

I didn't realise how much this would affect her. They would now be in worse pain, waiting, painfully watching me in my possibly eternal sleep.

If only I had just immediately killed myself. It hurts me even more to hear Scarlett so sad, so broken. She would still be sad if I was dead, but they wouldn't be so pained to wait for me.

But I knew they would wait.

She would wait forever just to see me awake again. They didn't move on. I would be all she thought about if they abandoned me.

I could only hope. And dream. I only then realised just how tired I felt, and began trying to fall asleep again.

There was a problem though. I like sleeping on my side, and I was pretty much stuck on my back. How I would be able to get to sleep, I'd find out.

Half an hour later, I eventually gave up.

The nurses had left a Bluetooth speaker outside, and it was playing 2010s music, so I was just listening to it, and trying to pinpoint where I knew the songs from. Some were easier than others, and it was a good distraction to the unwanted silence.