MCYT Age Regression

Flying High pt. 3

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 three of hehemars request (aka my written apology😭)

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

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Mariana's POV

I woke up to sun peaking through the window. It was too bright so I was trying to back to sleep. Charlie was helping out without realizing, he was playing with my hair. "You wake?" he whispered. He was getting better at being quiet in the mornings. "Barely," I groaned, "I'm going back to sleep." I turn around so that I was now facing Charlie. "No! Hungry!" he whisper yelled. I groan and purposely roll off the bed, that made Charlie giggle. I pick up Charlie and carry him to the kitchen, setting him on the stool. "You want french toast?" I ask getting out the pan. He clapped his hands and nodded his head. I took out some bread and slapped it on the pan. Then I went to the refrigerator to grab some orange juice. "Jooce?" Charlie asked. "Nope I'm gonna drink it all," I said sarcastically. When Charlie didn't complain I looked over at him, he was frowning. I sighed, "I guess I can share though." He started to smile. "Bottle or sippy cup?" I ask digging though the pantry. "Sip sip," he answered. I was quite surprised he's been silent or asking for a bottle up until now. I pour the juice in the cup and gave it to him. I then gave him my phone so he could watch a show or play games. 

When I finished the french toast, I made Charlie's plate and cut it into pieces then gave it to him. I then made my plate and sat next to him. All of a sudden, he just picked up a fork and started eating. I was extremely puzzled. "You're such a big boy aren't you Bubs?" He just looked at me and continued eating. It slightly freaked me out, yesterday I was trying to get him to talk, today is going to be different, and I don't know if it's going to be good or not. 

When we both finished, I took the plates to the sink to wash them later. When I turned around, I saw Charlie walking to the living room. Yesterday he was crawling, now he's walking. The doctor said that it would be a fast recovery but this fast? I also won't rule out the possibility that Charlie is a weird, slimy, alien. It was still surprising. 

I follow Charlie to the living room and sit on the couch. "Come here Charlie, we're gonna try to remember," I say motioning him to my lap. I grab a journal I had and made room for Charlie. I flip to a random page, it was the day that we spied on Quackity. I chuckle just looking at the page. "Remember when we spied on Quackity? He felt like someone was watching him the whole time and we kept messing with him?" I recalled. "And we threw pebbles at his head?" he added. His tone was still babyish but he wasn't speaking like he did when he was little. "Yeah," I muttered flipping to a different page. It was some pictures from our first date, I felt my face grow hot. "First date?" Charlie asked. "It is!" I  exclaimed, excited that he remembered, "and everyone was trying to see how it was going. They were so nosy." I smile just thinking about it. It makes it better that Polaroid pictures are basically currency on the island. "Roier gave you the pictures," Charlie said. He sounded empty? Like he didn't care. I sigh. "Why don't I lay you down for a nap," I picked up Charlie and took him back to the bedroom.

 I laid him down and tucked him in.  "Do you want me to say with you until you fall asleep?" I ask playing with his hair. He just shook his head. I retracted my hand, slightly hurt. I set my phone on the nightstand. "Okay well, sleep well slime," I whisper and kiss his forehead before leaving the room. 

I decided to clean up a bit before waking Charlie up from his nap. Hopefully I would get stuff done and clear my mind. I first put Charlie's toys in his bin. Then i wash all the dishes and get the chicken out of the freezer to defrost. I swept and moped the floor in the kitchen and living room. When I got finished, I sat on the couch picking up the journal. I flip through it slowly, remembering all the things that I did living on the island. I stop on the page where Charlie and I went on our first date. I saw how happy Charlie looked. I should have cherished the moment more because I am so afraid of how I have to tell Charlie. How do I tell Charlie that he's been different because I failed to watch him? I can't. How could I? He'd leave me. 

"Mariana," a voice said sternly behind me. I jump and look behind me, it was Charlie with his arms crossed. "Oh hi Charlie," I trembled, "how did you sleep?" Charlie walked in front of me arms still crossed. "Why haven't you been answering your friends texts?" he asked boldly. I started to sweat, "well I um," I cursed myself for stuttering. He just stared into my soul, it was frightening. "I was... busy," I hesitated. "Doing what? You've been hear the whole time? Why don't I remember anything?" Charlie interrogated. I sat there wondering what to say, I had to tell him. How could I tell him in a way for him not to hate me. "Well?" he said. "Can you sit down please?" I asked. He sat beside me on the couch facing me. "Can you try not to be mad at me?" I whispered. "Depends, tell me what happened," he said less harshly. I scooted closer to him, then took a deep breath. Charlie held my hand and gave it a squeeze letting me know it was okay. "You were regressed and kept asking to go on the trampoline so I let you. I forgot Roier was coming over so when he knocked on the door I left you on the trampoline. I went to go get him and I something to drink and we heard you scream, when I went outside you fell off the trampoline. You were taken into surgery and you didn't wake up for a few days," I explained. After I told him, he didn't respond, instead he got off the couch and walked away. I didn't realize that I was crying up until now. I didn't chase after Charlie, I kept it a secret from him for so long. All my thoughts were interrupted by a warm, fuzzy, blanket wrapping around my shoulders. Charlie jumped on the couch and adjusted the blanket so it fit on both of us. I watched Charlie take off his glasses and set them on the coffee table then doing the same to mine, it was something we did when one of us were upset so neither one of us could see each other. He grabbed my cheeks and put our foreheads together. "You didn't do anything wrong, don't blame yourself it wasn't your fault. I'm not mad at all. Don't be upset," Charlie whispered. I tried not to sob right there and then, why wasn't he mad? "But," Charlie cut me off. "Shh, not buts. Let's lay down for now alright? Then we can text your friends later," he reassured. I nodded my head and hiccuped. We both laid down and got into a comfortable position. All the noise that filled the room were a soft fan swirling in the kitchen and my hiccups. Charlie put his hands in my shirt and rubbed circles on my back. "What would I do without you?" I whispered, snaking my arm under him so I could hold him closer. "Well you wouldn't have to help pay hospital bills," Charlie snickered. I scoffed at him which made him laugh more. He felt around for my cheek and when he found it, he started rubbing it. I slowly start leaning in, I guess he knew what I was trying to do because he took the hand that was on my cheek and slid it to the back of my head. He pushed our lips together in a soft but needy way. When we separated, I buried my head in his chest. "Why is it that every time we kiss, you gotta be shy about it," he asked. "Shut up and go to sleep," I answered. "Aw but I want another one," he whined. "Fine," I sighed. I didn't let things get heated because I was to tired so the kiss was just short and sweet. "You know you love it," Charlie flirted. "Maybe," I whispered getting as close to Charlie as possible before drifting off to sleep.

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If I said that the last part was the final part, I'm a liar. I thought this would be better because I was disappointed in myself lol. I felt like I did a lot better but everything before this wasn't necessary. Anyways, this is the final part of this! Have a good day, afternoon, evening, night!

Requests are open!

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