Wrong Or Right (Jensen X Reader & Misha X Reader)

Waking Up

"Y/N, can you hear me?" A voice softly said from your left, and you struggled to open your eyes, wanting nothing more than to see the face that was attached to that wonderful, deep voice. "Please, baby, if you can hear me. Wake up. I need to see your gorgeous e/c eyes looking at me." It pleaded, and you could tell how sad and worried that person was.

You tried, you really did, but it was as if someone had taped your eyelids shut, because you couldn't even flutter them. Your arms and legs felt as if weights were strapped to them, holding them down, and your breathing was heavy and labored. Your head pounded, a deep, dull throb coming from your right temple. You wondered, trying to remember, what had happened to create this much pain in your body.

"I know we weren't talking. That I was mad at you. But none of that matters now. What matters is you waking up and getting better. The doctor said you were hurt pretty badly. And that it might take days for you to wake up, if you want to. He said it's all up to you. And I feel so stupid talking to you, when I know you can't even hear me. But I don't know what else to do. I can't lose you again, please baby girl." This voice pleaded, and while it sounded heavenly, you couldn't quite place who it was.

It was quickly joined by another voice. "Jensen, how are you holding up buddy?" Another voice said, this one not as deep, but a little smoother. 

"Jared, how do you think I'm holding up? What if she never wakes up? The last things I said to her were in anger. I can't live with myself if this is how it ends." He said, his voice breaking on a sob.

"She will wake up. Then the two of you can talk. Which really needs to happen. Have you talked to Gen, or Misha?" 

"Yeah, I talked to Misha the day of her accident. I was just going to call her, to ask to see her, when you called me." The one named Jensen answered, and your heart skipped a beat. Your head hurt so much, especially when you tried to pull up any memories. You couldn't remember either of these men, but it sounded like they meant a lot to you, especially this Jensen one. 

"Let's go get a cup of coffee. I'm exhausted." Jensen said, and you could hear a chair scoot back as he got up to leave. You didn't want him to leave, not yet. Struggling once again, you tried talking. Your throat was rough and sore, but still you tried to speak. One word came out, the sound garbled and forced, the word hardly intelligible. You weren't sure if they even heard it. A tear slipped down your cheek, the effort costing you so much.

"Y/N?" Jensen asked, coming back over. "Did she just talk?" He asked Jared.

"I don't know. It sounded like it." Jared replied.

You felt a warm pressure on your hand, calluses resting against your smooth skin, and you knew Jensen must have taken your hand. "Baby, please, if that was you, can you do it again."

You tried again, this time the words coming a little easier, but still sounding bad. "Wait, don't go."

"Y/N!" Jensen exclaimed, his grip tightening on yours. Your eyes started fluttering, and before you knew it, you were staring up into a pair of dazzling green eyes, full of worry, but also a little bit of relief.

"I'll go get the doctor." Jared said from the door, before leaving. 

Jensen took his free hand, cupping your cheek. "Y/N, I was so worried." He told you.

The touch felt comfortable, and familiar, but in your mind, you still couldn't quite place him. "Water?" You asked, hoping a drink of the cool liquid would help soothe your throat so you could talk a little easier.

He grabbed a cup from the side of the bed, tilting it so you could take a slight sip. It quenched your parched throat, and you almost moaned at how amazing it tasted.

"Better?" He asked you, and you nodded. Before he could ask anything else, you could hear steps, and your room soon had two other people in it. 

One was a pleasant looking woman, in her late thirties, a white coat covering a pair of pale blue scrubs. "Mrs. Ackles, it's so nice to see you awake. We were beginning to worry." 

You gave her a small smile. "It's nice being awake. But my entire body hurts." You croaked. 

She turned to look at Jared and Jensen. "Can you give us a moment please?"

They nodded, and left the room, gently closing the door behind them.

She began running the regular tests, checking your vision, your heart rate. Once she was done, she pulled a chair over to you. "Vitals look pretty decent for what you went through. I can tell you are still in some pretty hard pain, so when I'm done I will send a nurse in with some pain medication. It will make you sleepy, but at least you won't hurt as much."

You nodded, already worn out from your brief interaction with her and Jensen and Jared. "Now, do you have any idea how long you've been out since the accident?" She asked you.

You shook your head, your heart rate picking up as you tried to remember how you had gotten hurt. "I don't know. I don't remember anything. Not about my life before, or the accident, or even how those two guys were. It scares me." You admitted, tears falling as you realized you had no idea who you even were.

She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, her gaze gentle as she looked at you. "I know it's a scary thought, not knowing who you are. But these things are common in head trauma patients, and you had a pretty nasty bump on your head. Give it time and your memories should return. And your husband seems more than willing to help you out."

You nodded, trying to calm down. She stood up, and opened the door, letting them back in. She held them back, talking to them in a quiet voice, so you couldn't hear. You could only watch as Jensen's face turned from worry, to shock, to sadness. He left Jared with the doctor, and strode over to you, taking your hand in his. "Is it true? You don't remember anything?"

You nodded, tears threatening to fall once again. "I don't even remember you. She said you were my husband?"

He sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "Yeah, I'm your husband. Don't worry, we will get through this together. She said it might not last long." 

You nodded, even though you were worried. What would happen if your memory never came back?"