Chapter 34: Max's pov while she is still in her coma.

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by chrisaftonfan_1234

by chrisaftonfan_1234

Max's POV:

As I drifted in the inky blackness of my coma, a sense of timelessness enveloped me, the days blending into one seamless expanse of silence and stillness. But deep within the recesses of my consciousness, a faint awareness stirred, a whisper of reality that tugged at the edges of my mind.

"Lucas? Lucas, what's wrong?" I heard my own voice, filled with concern and fear, calling out to my boyfriend, the sound echoing in the void that surrounded me. My heart clenched with dread as I realized that I had been trapped in this unending darkness for what felt like an eternity.

"Erica! Where are you? I need you!" Lucas's voice, raw with anguish and desperation, tore through the silence, a cry for help that reverberated in the emptiness of my mind. I longed to reach out to him, to comfort him, but my body remained still and unresponsive, a prisoner of my own unconsciousness.

"Dude, calm down. It's okay. We're here to help," Dustin's voice, soothing and reassuring, broke through the cacophony, his presence a beacon of hope in the storm that raged around us.

"Yeah, Lucas. We got you, man. Just breathe, okay?" Steve's voice, steady and firm, joined in, his words a lifeline in the chaos that threatened to engulf us all.

As the voices mingled and swirled in my head, I grasped at the fragments of awareness that flitted by, piecing together the scene unfolding in the outside world. Lucas, my love, was in distress, his mind teetering on the brink of collapse after a week of my absence. And I, trapped in my own prison of silence, could do nothing but listen and hope for his deliverance.

"Erica, where are you? I need you, sis," Lucas's voice, tinged with desperation and longing, echoed in my mind, a plea for comfort and reassurance in the face of overwhelming darkness.

And as Dustin and Steve rushed in, their words and actions a flicker of light in the shadows, I felt a surge of gratitude and relief wash over me. They were here, my friends, my protectors, my family, standing by Lucas in my stead, offering him the strength and support that I could not.

As the voices faded and the darkness reclaimed its dominion, I clung to the memory of their presence, their words a promise of hope and connection that refused to be extinguished. And with renewed determination and faith, I whispered a silent prayer for Lucas, for Erica, for all those who stood by me in my time of need, a beacon of love and support that transcended the boundaries of consciousness.