ʜᴇᴀᴅᴀᴄʜᴇ // ᴄʀʏɢɪ

the resolution

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When the beeping of the heart monitor finally made its way to Crystal's brain, she was set off on the road to waking up.

It was the first thing she noticed, in fact, that annoying, constant beeping. She didn't know what it was, not knowing where she was or how she got there. Why was she so tired? Why did her head spin despite her eyes being closed? Why were her eyes closed? Was she dead? She didn't feel dead, though she supposed she didn't really feel alive either.

The beeping got louder, head feeling less dizzy and more down to earth as it did so. As she heard more noises and felt more things around her, she came to the conclusion that she was, in fact, not dead.

She felt a pressure on her hand, making her finger twitch. Whatever the pressure was tickled. Gaining more consciousness but keeping her eyes closed, she tried to picture what had tickled her hand. When she felt a warm hand press against her cold one, she had a pretty good idea as to what it was. She locked her fingers with the hand with all the strength she could find, and despite her headache, found the will to blink open her eyes.

The sight she was met with would forever be imprinted on her mind, planting so much love and warmth in her heart.

Her eyes were met with those of Gigi, the girl's smile bright and happy, and Crystal couldn't help but smile back at the beeming woman.

Her smile didn't last, though, as she then grimaced. It was so bright, and her eyes, so used to the dark they had been submerged in for a week, couldn't handle it. Her head pounded, and she caught how Gigi's smile dropped to a frown of concern just before she pinched her eyes shut tight, pulling her hands up to her face to cover them and bring back some darkness.

"What's wrong?" she heard Gigi ask, tone filled with worry. She could feel her hands flit over her body, but refraining from touching her.

Crystal groaned, the question ringing loud in her ears. She wasn't used to sound, either.

"Too bright," she grumbled, her voice nearly unrecognizable in her ears. "It hurts."

She heard Gigi shuffle to stand up, feet padding around the room, a few noises she couldn't decipher, until it went quiet. A gentle hand grabbed her arm and softly pulled it away from her face. Crystal set both hands down and blinked at a darker Gigi.

"Is that better?" she said, quieter, nearly a whisper. She had closed the curtains, turned off the overhead light, and switched on a small lamp that sat on the bedside table not too far away.

"Much, thanks."

Crystal found herself smiling again, not being able to help it. Happy tears filled her eyes. It all came back to her - the phonecall, the basement, everything.

Gigi was here. She was here, with her. Despite it all, they were there, together. Even if Gigi decided that she hated Crystal and was planning on breaking up with her for real, Crystal couldn't help the way her heart swelled at the fact that Gigi had cared enough to be there with her.

Gigi's face blurred through her tears, but she could see how crazy worried she looked.

"What is it Crystal, what's wrong?" she asked, panicked, and she stood to hover over the girl in the hospital bed. She cradled her face in her hands, very gentle as to not hurt her.