NoahXMichael Au's<3

Imprisoned AU part 2

Lowkey i think out of all the aus I've ever written i think i love this one the most 😼
Also I've now decided that unless you request for a new part of an au, there won't be any new parts so I'll only tak requests in order to continue this bookk
Requested by - @UrAverageaJoelIsHere
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Michael's pov:
Everything was so quick, fast, weird.

I don't know what's happening to me.

So many people, cameras, cold, i feel so cold.

I leaned onto Noah's hand, the only person i could recognize.

"Hey, don't fall asleep again." he plays with my hair

Before i had some cover on my mouth, it wouldn't be the first time, but it helped me breathe.

I don't even remember the last time i actually opened my mouth to breathe, let alone any sounds to come out.

They'd tried to make me speak, make a noise, something, anything, but i couldn't, all i could was stare them down, i could move my hands again, so i tried to respond with my fingers.

But it was so bright my eyes stung.

I hadn't been exposed to this much light in ages.

Now, i remember everything, but because i can't speak, everyone thinks i don't remember anything, but i do, every detail, every person.

I wanted to reply to Noah, tell him what had happened, but my mouth felt like it was stitched up together, so instead i just looked up back at him.

"How'd you feel about your family? Better? Worse? Was it too much?" he asks

I shrug, pulling his arm closer, apparently i couldn't fully breathe properly, so there was some weird wire thing stuck around my mouth and nose, so many machines, beeping, making noises, there was so much noise.

I was only used to hearing myself, sometimes those other people.

"You wanna go home, little ghost? Is that what you want?"

I nodded, home, that one place i longed to return to.

No one came to find me.

It felt like forever, seeing the same people, until he came around, touched me, it almost felt like i could breathe properly when his hand was placed on my waist.

"We'll be going home in an hour, your dad's gonna pick us up, let's sit you back up then." he says as two doctors come in

"Any progress?" one of them ask, another holding a clip board and a pen

I didn't know what half the words i said even meant, only i remember reading them in my books, or from the people i heard whispering when they were done with me.

"He's only responding with gestures still, but a lot more now."

"That's good then, isn't it? Tate, can you unplug that for me? Let's see, can you breathe on your own, sweet pea?" she asks me

I inhale and exhale for her, through my nose.

"He still won't move his lips i see." Tate mutters, writing something down

"From his gestures, he clearly wants to speak, he feels restricted, I'm sure once he realizes he's out of there he'll start being more responsive, but other than that, he's completely okay, he'll be able to be discharged." she smiles

I read the name tag on her chest, her name is Rachel.

Ugly name.

"Right, should we try to see if he can walk?"
Rachel clasps her hands together, turning to Noah.