MCYT Age Regression

Flying High pt. 2

Plot: Charlie is playing with goop on the trampoline and he falls off of it. Mariana wasn't watching him. Charlie hit his head, Mariana rushes Charlie to the hospital. When they get there the doctors say that Charlie is in a coma and there is a chance he looses some of his memory. As soon as Charlie is discharged, Mariana helps him get his memory back.

This is part two of hehemars request, I hope you enjoy!

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Little: Charlie
Nicknames: Slime, Bubs
CG: Mariana
Nicknames: Ma, Mari

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"Mariana? What are you doing here?" I look up to see BadBoyHalo peeking from the corner.  I look back down, "I assume you haven't heard the news yet." Bad walked over and sat in the seat next to me. "No, what happened?" I sighed, wondering how I would tell him. I could say that I basically tried to kill Charlie and he should be ripped away from me but Bad wouldn't believe me. "Charlie fell off the trampoline and hit his head. He was regressed and I wasn't watching him," I whispered. Every time I think about it, I feel guilty. I felt myself tearing up. Bad quickly noticed and spoke up, "don't blame yourself. He was regressed so he wasn't thinking smart," he reassured. "I know but, I only let him alone for two minutes," I groan holding my head with my hands. "We all make mistakes, it's about how you recover from them," Bad smiled. I look at him, think about what he said and nodded. "How is he doing?" Bad asked. "Surgery went well they said, but he's in some sort of coma and hasn't woken up in days," I answered. "And you haven't gone to sleep in days," Bad commented. I hummed. "I can get you a room to stay in," Bad suggested. "And what if he wakes up?" I ask. "I'll come get you." I thought about it for a while. "Why are you even here?" We both stood up and I started to follow Bad. "I volunteer here, or hang around, not quite sure what my status is yet," he sighed. I nodded, Bad took us into a room with some semi-comfortable looking beds. Probably better than nothing. "When you get up, I'll get you some food," Bad said turning off the light and leaving. I lay down on the bed and almost instantly fall asleep. 

I get woken up by someone shaking me, it was Bad. "Hey, he's awake!" Bad exclaimed. It took me a minute to process what he was saying, but he was finally awake! I ran out of the room and down the hallway trying to find the room he was in. "He's in 206!" Bad yelled. I looked at the elevator and completely skipped that, it would be to slow. I ran up the stairs and found his room. I rush in, and cup his cheek, "Hi Baby, how do you feel?" I whisper. Charlie just tilts his head. I heard the door open so I turned around to see who it was. It was a faceless doctor. It looked down to write on its piece of paper. When it was done, it flipped it around to show me. It read, "Charlie has developed partial memory loss due to the surgery." I look at the sign in awe until he pulls it away. So he won't remember me? This is one of the worst outcomes to happen. I start to tear up as I turn to Charlie, "You remember me, right?" Charlie just whined. Tears started to flood from my eyes. All of a sudden someone tapped me on the shoulder, it was the doctor. He held up a sign that read, "It will come back soon, make sure he takes his medication for 30 days, even if he can remember. He will most likely be regressed during this whole process." I sighed in relief. Although he wouldn't remember me now, I will just have to be patient. And if he's little, he might not remember what happened, I will then tell him eventually. I wipe my tears, "so when can he leave?" The doctor wrote on his notebook and flipped it, "As soon as you're done signing documents. Follow me." I follow him out of the room, sign the documents, and leave with Charlie hand in hand. I'll have to keep in mind to thank Bad later. 

It's been a week and I've been working with Charlie to start remembering again. We would look at pictures, and wait overtime. The most sleep I've gotten was the three hours in the hospital. I didn't want to leave Charlie alone again. So I call Roier. "What's up man!" he says in his usual cheerful tone. "Can you do something for me?" I ask. "Yeah! What do you need," he asked. "So I haven't slept in a few days and I was wondering if you could watch Charlie for a few hours while I take a nap," I told him. " Are you okay if we stay at your house? And is Charlie little?" Roier asked. I hummed. "Alright I'll be there soon."

I heard a knock on the door. I pick up Charlie and open the door. On the other side was Roier holding Cellbit and a bag swung over his opposite shoulder. Cellbit waved at Charlie. Charlie waved back then put his head on my shoulder. "Stop acting shy, you guys know each other," Roier said once again inviting myself in. We set Cellbit and Charlie on the floor in the living room. They both started babbling, coloring, and watching Super Why. 

We both walk to the doorway of the kitchen, so we can still see the littles. "Dude you look like shit," Roier said concern filled his voice. "You look so bad yourself," I mocked. We both laugh at the joke. "So what do I need to know?" he asked. I sigh and start my list, "You know where Charlie's toys are, you can make food for yourself and the littles, if they want to Door dash or something my credit card is on the table by the door, any messes that are make I'll clean up, If Charlie starts to feel pain take the big white pill and crush it in applesauce, he takes the orange one at night, if Charlie needs to be changed come wake me up, that's it." Roier gave me a thumbs up. I left to my room to sleep for the first time the week. As soon as I hit the bed, I take the fattest nap. Or so I thought.

I woke up and the sun was starting to set. There is absolutely no way I slept for an hour but i feel good. I leave the room and see the littles playing with cars and Roier drinking coffee and watching TV. "That was the best nap I ever got in my life," I said. "Nap?" Roier started laughing loudly, "you slept 17 hours!" Well that would explain why I feel good. I walk into the living room, pick up Charlie, and kiss him on the cheek. He giggled in response. "Well I'm gonna go back to sleep, do what you want but make sure Charlie is safe," I yawn and transfer Charlie to Roier. I then walk back to my room and go back to sleep.

I was shaken awake. I opened my eyes my eyes to see Charlie standing next to the bed. I hold the corner of the blanket and pull it up, inviting Charlie to lay next to me. He smiled and got into bed snuggling next to me. "When was the last time you got changed?" I asked in a deep voice. Charlie held up one finger. "One hour?" He nodded his head. "Alright," I made sure Charlie was completely covered up. He still managed to get very close to my personal space but I let it slide since he hasn't really seen me. "Seep wif oo?" he asked. I hummed letting him know it was okay. I wrapped my arms around his waist. "You know that we have work on your memory tomorrow hm?" I said. I felt him nod his head. "Do you know who you were playing with earlier?" I quizzed him. "Bit!" he smiled. Well his memory has come a long way. "Good job Bubs," I yawn rubbing my eyes. "I seepy," Charlie also yawned. "Go to sleep then," I whisper kissing him on his forehead. He doesn't say anything for a while. A little bit later, I heard his soft snores that were buried in my chest. I rest my hand on his check and slowly rub it. The soft, warm feeling of his cheek make me also drift to sleep.

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I honestly hate this and I have no idea why lmao. I just feel like it was rushed and not my best work, everyone is aloud to slaughter me in the comments. SO this is my apology for it being bad. 

Requests are open!

Word Count: 1503