Your Addiction, Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Two hearts, one tragedy

I knew that Simon was gone, but I also knew that he would always be with me, in my heart and in my memories. I knew that like a ghost he would follow me at every step.

And as I looked up at the sky, watching a lone bird soar overhead, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that he was free and happy, wherever he was.

As I continued to gaze out the window, lost in my thoughts, I heard a faint knock on the door. I turned my head to see Soap standing in the doorway, his face etched with worry.

"Hey" He said softly, walking towards me.

"How are you feeling?"

I shrugged, not sure how to answer. Physically, I was in pain, but emotionally, I felt numb.

"I brought you something" He said, holding out a small bouquet of flowers.

"Thanks, Soap. That's really sweet of you" I forced a small smile, touched by his gesture.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"I talked to the doctors. They said you can go home soon, but you need to take it easy for a while"

I nodded, relieved at the thought of leaving that hospital room. But at the same time, I felt a sense of dread at the thought of facing the world without Simon.

Soap must have sensed my unease because he sat down on the edge of the bed and took my hand.

"Listen, there's something I need to tell you"

"What is it?" My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him.

He took a deep breath before saying "Simon... He's alive"

For a moment, I was so shocked that I couldn't even speak. I felt a surge of joy and relief flood through me, but at the same time, I was angry. How could they have kept that from me? How could they have let me grieve for him for so long?

"What do you mean he's alive?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"He's in a coma" Soap said softly.

"He was badly injured, just like you. But he's alive, and he's fighting to stay that way."

I couldn't believe it. All this time, I had thought he was dead. I had mourned him, grieved for him, and now... He was alive?

Tears filled my eyes as I thought about seeing him again. I wanted to run to him, to hold him close, to never let him go. But at the same time, I knew that it was just the beginning of a long and difficult journey.

"Can I see him?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Soap nodded. "Yes, but you need to be prepared. He's still in bad shape, and he's not awake. It might be hard to see him like that."

I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I didn't care. I wanted to be there for him, just like he had always been there for me.

"Take me to him" I said, my voice steadier now.

...

As we walked through the corridors of the hospital, my nerves were on edge. Every sound, every smell, every sight seemed to heighten my anxiety.

Soap walked beside me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder, offering comfort and support. But despite his reassuring presence, my mind couldn't help but race with worry.

Every step I took felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on my shoulders. I couldn't help but replay all the moments we had shared together in my head, wondering if this was the last time I would see him alive.

Soap noticed my unease and squeezed my shoulder gently.

"We're almost there" He said calmly.

"Just take it one step at a time"

As we approached Simon's hospital room, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Soap stopped at the door and turned to face me.

"Are you ready?" He asked quietly.

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to steady myself. With a trembling hand, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was quiet and still, and for a moment it felt like all of that was just a nightmare.

But the sight of him lying there, so lifeless, was almost too much to bear. My breath caught in my lungs as I stepped closer, taking his hand into mine.

The warmth of his hand brought me a small measure of comfort, and I whispered words of love and encouragement to him, hoping that he could hear me and that it would somehow reach him in his coma.

And as Soap was just about to leave the room to give me some privacy, I couldn't stop myself from asking him the only question I cared about.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I inquired, my voice barely audible.

"We didn't want to give you false hope, Y/N" Soap looked at me with compassion in his eyes.

"We wanted to make sure that when you saw Simon, you were mentally prepared for what you were going to see"

I nodded slowly, taking in his words. It made sense, but it didn't make the pit in my stomach any smaller.

"I just wish I could have been here sooner" I said, my voice catching in my throat.

"I feel like I've missed so much"

"You're here now" Soap said firmly.

"And that's what matters. You can be here for him now"

"Is Simon going to live? I need to know" After a long pause I asked.

"I can't promise you anything. But I do know that Simon is a fighter. He's strong, and he's got a lot of people rooting for him. You included" Soap came closer and put a hand on my shoulder, looking deep into my eyes.

"I just can't imagine my life without him" Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked back at Soap.

"I know, and that's okay. But you have to keep the faith. Keep hoping and praying for the best. We can't predict the future, but we can fight for it. And that's what Simon needs right now - all the love and hope we can give him" Soap squeezed my shoulder reassuringly.

I nodded and tried to keep my tears from streaming down my face.

I knew there was nothing else I could do but wait.