A Cobra Kai • Hawk/Eli fan fiction
With all the Valleys crazy, what could possibly go wrong?
Missy Barns, daughter of Micheal Barns and Cassie Nichols, is a teenage girl that holds ties to Karate and some of its students... thanks to Johnny Lawren...
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"Don't give me that. You and your father are always making me the bad guy!"
"Don't give you what mom?! The truth? The truth is it could've been me that broke my back and ended up in a coma! And you still wouldn't give two shits!"
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"Hey hospital homie... I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, I need you to listen to me... we need you to wake up okay...!" My voice croaked over my friends unconscious body, as he laid still and lifeless. His hands were almost cold, and his eyes were blue with a pale face.
Miguel had been in his coma for a week now, and I was starting to get worried. Suddenly I didn't care about my own health, I just wanted Miguel to be okay...
"I'm supposed to go back to school tomorrow... but I don't know if can walk in there without you."
I wasn't ready to go back.
Everything was a mess.
My friends were divided, my sensei was gone, and Miguel looked to be as if he was losing the battle of his life. Each day I woke up in that hospital bed, and hoped that he would be awake too.
After the fight the nurses told us we were pretty banged up, and Miguel had a small chance of making it out alive. Suddenly I was betting on that one percent...
I got to walk out of here, half crippled while Miguel just sits here. How's that fair? It's not. If I could, I'd trade my place with him. Then at least it wouldn't be the worse thing in the world.
The doctors came in and told me that it was time to take my meds, and handed me a full orange tube of little white pills. Lucky for me, I didn't have a drug addiction.
These pills were to help with my back pain, and then I had another set for my arm. I suppose, thankfully the damage wasn't so too extreme. Just a few cuts and bruises, and a broken arm with a soar back.
After the nurse left the room was quiet, nothing but the sweet sound of a broken air vent and a loud obnoxious beeping coming from Miguel's monitor. I was left alone with my thoughts once again.
They had me sitting on the hospital bed, doing all kinds of tests. Shining a bright light in my eyes to see if my pupils were dilating, and checking for any permanent damage. It was all going so fast I couldn't even keep up with everything going on.
My parents were outside, screaming and yelling at each other. Through the windows I saw them freaking out, and my sister was crying. While my aunt stood with a heavy chest. Unsurprisingly she wasn't so affected by any of this. Or maybe being cold was her way of coping.
Oddly enough as much as I felt like a shitty person, it was like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I no longer had to lie about what I was doing. All my feelings and thoughts were out on table, for everyone to see.
