Happy pill

41. Coma

A/N: Hey! I think this chapter sucks :P I'm kind of been fighting with inspiration with these last two chapters. I've got nothing. I have no idea where this story is headed to, how it's going to continue. I've got absolutely nothing. So, if there isn't new chapter next week, I'm still working on it.

Please comment something >.<

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I felt a harsh punch against my chest. I winced, looking around. I saw Jessica front of me, and I knew I had fell asleep. I stroked my neck and rubbed my eyes. "What?"

"I need to go, it's 6pm" she said as he fixed my hair, "Mike is totally okay. In coma, but alive"

"Thank god" I gasped. I was relieved, but still felt disappointed a bit. "Still in coma?"

Jessica made a sad nod.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Home. Early morning tomorrow and I need to finish my essays" she said.

"Did you already check on Mike? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Doctor said there was nothing to worry about. He's fine. I thought a small nap would be good for you" she smiled.

I smiled back. "Alright"

"Okay, bye. See you again, Chaz" she said, walking down the hall and disappearing behind the corner.

I sighed and got up. I walked to the Mike's room, finding the eldest Shinoda kid there.

"Hey Ryan" I said. He had his hands folded like he was praying and he was muttering something.

He sighed, unfolded his hands, looked at me and smiled. "Hey Chester"

I nodded, and looked at Mike. His face was so peaceful and chest doing the same up and down movement like always. It was like his heart had never stopped.

Ryan moved to sit next to me. "Hey, Chaz, uhmm..." he stuttered, shoving his hand deep into his jean pocket.

"Yeah?"

He pulled out a small necklace. It had ying yang on it. "This is Mike's. I found it from his room. Me, Mike and Jessica have this same necklace. Our mom is religious so..."

"Okay, what are you trying to say?" I asked.

"I want you to have this" he said, handing it to me. "It's worthless if no one uses it"

"Ryan, I can't take it. That's for the Shinoda family. I'm not part of it" I said.

"Yes, you are" Ryan chuckled, without my permission he put it around my neck.

I gave him a small smile. "Thanks Ryan... If you don't mind asking, what were you praying earlier?"

"It's an old, japanese praying. In english it goes like 'When the sun goes down, our hopes of all comes up. Let our hands be clean from blood, and our hearts filled good. The rich and poor, the angel and fallen, let us all be loved valuable'"

"It's beautiful" I said.

"It was Mike's favorite part" Ryan smiled.

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I exited the elevator and knocked on the door that was for section 7. There was Alice who opened the door for me. She sighed and said "Chester, it's 8.35 pm. You're late"

I grunted at her. "Well I am sorry for being late, but my boyfriend almost died today" I threw my shoes and jacket to the locker and made my way to my room, hands deep in my pockets, hood over my fore head.

"What? Is Mike okay?" Alice followed me.

"Does it matter? He's still in the damn coma" I said and shut the door of my room.

"Of course it does matter!" Alice said after she opened my door.

"Does it? Really? He's not here, his body is just stuck in the hospital" I muttered.

"Chester, don't think like that. Don't stress yourself with it, your boyfriend will be just fine" she said.

"In 3 days, it's gonna 6 weeks. The doc said 6 weeks, in the most. I just can't.... not to stress about it" I said, "I don't know what to do"

"Everything will be fine"

"Stop saying that!" I shouted. "It's not true, it's a lie! Nothing will be okay, because the world is wrong and everything is messed up"

"Chester, you shouldn't-"

"Don't tell me what to do" I cut her off, "I don't know what to do, but I will handle it. Now, I just wanna go sleep" I muttered.

Alice bit her bottom lip. "Okay" she whispered and left, leaving the door little bit open.

I sighed and slapped the book down from my bed. I sat down, and heard a small knock.

"What?" I asked angrily.

"Chazy" a male voice said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be listening"

I looked the person, seeing it was Jason. "Uhh, it's okay. Whatever"

"You know, I know how you feel. One of my friends was in a coma... for 9 weeks" he muttered.

I looked into his eyes, seeing only sadness.

"They said it would be just 1-2 weeks, but... It was 9 weeks. But he still woke up" he said.

"Was he close to you?" I asked carefully.

"Before yes" he sighed, "After, not so much"

"I'm sorry" I nodded. "What happened?"

"He overdosed" Jason muttered, "He got memory loss, he got depressed. But right now, he's here, sitting on that couch in the shared room" he pointed out of the room.

I stood up, and watched the couch I saw. "Shannon?"

"Yeah, we were friends before he got in here. But it's better this way" he muttered. "I'm not saying your Mike will turn out like that, I just wanna say, docs don't know shit about coma. Don't lose your hope if he doesn't wake up right away"

"But what he doesn't ever wake up? Or if he does and won't remember anything about me?"

Jason sighed, but smiled after, "Eat. Sleep. Sleep more. Eat some more. Have fun. Go outside. Drink. Make good food. Make good memories. Ride a bike. Ride a bus. Ride a subway. Run. Make prank calls. Make friends. Open the door. Talk to people. Meet new people. Read maps. Read books. Make maps. Make books. Make art. Sell it. Talk about it. Take a test. Continue studying. Get into college. Celebrate. Have a party. Get drunk. Have more fun. Write thank you-cards. Hug your boyfriend. Make out with him. Love him. Make out with him some more. Take him out. Go see a movie. Drink coffee in a small cafe. Tell him it's gonna be okay. Help people. Forgive. Say sorry. Say I love you. Make music. Show people your music. Listen to more music. Go to concerts. Take your boyfriend to concerts. Make a band. Make love. Hold your boyfriend's hand. Take a walk. Run home. Enjoy. Just breathe. Continue living. Make your boyfriend remember"

"I feel like I could cry now" I chuckled, "That was just so.... powerful"

Jason smiled. "He's gonna wake, sooner or later"