Manthony ✨

God, Baby

~GOD, BABY~

Enjoy :D

~Mitchel~

I'm swimming. Only I'm not. I can't see anything and there's this aching pain in my head. My chest feels tight and breathing is a struggle. I can hear something. It's faint, distant. But yet it's a sound I'll recognize until the day I die. Maybe that's today. I can't understand a word of it but it's his voice. I know it is. Is he trying to draw me back? Back into existence? I try swimming through the black of this strange state of mind, attempting to gain closeness to the sound. When I call out his name, it's an echo that bounces off of the nothingness. I can hear a response. It's my name. I call out to him again, but this time I hear something else. A low humming that feels oddly comforting. I try to open my eyes but when my eyelids reveal my gray eyes, I see nothing but more black. I blink again and again to no avail. The humming noise continues and gets slightly louder as I feel myself waking up from some sort of coma. I can't hear his voice anymore. Just the humming. I can just see black. And I can just feel cold.

2 hours later

Light. Blinding light. I lift my arm up over my eyes and shield them from this all too familiar pain. I try to sit up but my chest constricts and I let out a low groan at the pain and lay back down, squinting. After a moment, the light dims and I'm able to open my eyes. I take in my surroundings and find myself in a hospital when it all hits me,

"Where's Christian? Does he know I'm okay? Where is he?" I start to panic when he walks in and mumbles my name, looking tired as hell and in the same clothes for God knows how many days I've been here,

"God, baby, are you okay? Jesus Christ," he starts to cry in my arms and I rub his back, reassuring him that I'm okay,

"A few broken ribs aren't gonna stop me," I joke and he laughs, wiping a tear away,

"Glad to know you haven't lost your humor," he says and steps back, sitting in a chair to the side so the nurse can tend to me,

"You have a mild concussion and have a temporary case of amnesia, so I don't assume you to know what happened exactly besides you having an accident," the nurse tells me and I scratch my neck with the arm that isn't hooked up to a vital machine,

"I don't know what happened to make me end up here," I say and Christian looks at me from across the room, a tear running down his face,

"We were coming back from coffee, a-and," he stutters and I feel like shit's worse than me hitting my head on a pole...

"And what?" I ask, urging him to go on,

"And, well, a car..." he says and my heart sinks, realizing, "A car hit you and you hit your head and..." he trails off and I don't need to hear anything else, really. I just sigh and the nurse reassures me,

"You'll heal within about two months, don't worry," she says and I nod, worrying more about how Christian is going to take all of this, considering he saw me get hit. He lays down and turns to the wall, trying to fall asleep, I'm assuming. I sigh and the nurse gives me a soft smile before leaving the room with the lights off, only a dim glow in the next room on, like some sort of night-light. I'm surprised they let Christian stay in the same room as me, but I'm too overwhelmed to question it. It's only now that everything sinks in and I allow myself to cry. My body shakes in the hospital bed and I try my best not to be loud, as to not worry or wake Christian. God, how did this happen?...