My Missing Piece (A Mavin Fan Fiction)

I've Been Dreaming (Part One)

"Hey Michael, wake up. Your mom's taking Lily out today," Gavin shook my arm. I groaned and opened my eyes to look at him. Gavin smiled, "Hey. You should stay home and rest today. I felt your forehead and it felt like you had fever." "Really?" I asked, still groggy from just waking up. Gavin nodded and kissed my forehead, "I have to go to work so you stay home. Call me if you need anything." I nodded and turned over. I wasn't feeling sick. Maybe Gavin is making me come to my senses. I shrugged. Free day off of work, right? "I'll see you soon, love. Don't do anything I wouldn't want you too," Gavin smiled and pressed his lips against mine. "Bye," I muttered out as he left. I heard the front door open and close. The car didn't start so I assumed Gavin was walking. I pushed myself out of bed and got in the shower. When I got out, I started to feel that fever Gavin was talking out. My stomach did a flip and I groaned. I'll make myself some soup and maybe take some medicine. I walked into the living room and took a throw blanket off the couch and draped it around my shoulders before putting on some chicken noodle soup.

While the soup was cooking, I looked through the medicine cabinet for something to take. I found the right bottle and took two before going back into the kitchen to check on my soup. It was about done so I took out a bowl to put it in. I sat down on the couch, legs crossed, blanket around my shoulders, and my bowl of soup in my lap. I turned on the TV and watched whatever was on. I cleaned out bowl when I was done and went back to the couch. I started to feel worse than earlier. Extremely worse. I felt like I was going to throw up so I rushed to the bathroom. To no surprise, I did end up throwing up and not to sound disgusting or anything, but it didn't look normal. There was blood in it. I stumbled around to find my phone to call Gavin. "Come on, come on. Pick up, Gav- Gavin!" I half-shouted when he picked up. "Hey, love. Is everything okay?" I started to feel dizzy, "N-No. I just threw up." "That's a good sign right?" "Blood. There was blood in it," I explained and heard Gavin drop something. Then I heard the other guys yelling. "G-Gavin?" "I'm coming home right now." I heard shuffling, then doors slamming open. "Get home soon, please. I'm getting dizzy," I blurted.

I hung up and leaned against the wall. How could I not feel sick an hour ago, but be throwing up blood? I went to throw up again and felt even more dizzy. What the hell is wrong with me? My vision started to get blurry and I started to panic. Is this what I get for being selfish? Am I going to die? I fell out of consciousness for a moment. When I regained it, Gavin was picking me up in his arms and rushing me into a car. Geoff was shaking my head trying to keep me awake. I tried to say something, but I couldn't get words out. "H-He just had a fever this morning, Geoff. Nothing else. He wasn't even feeling bad. How can he be this sick?" Gavin sounded like he was crying, but my hearing was muffled. I caught glimpses of myself sitting in Gavin's lap and Geoff hauling ass to a hospital. Gavin held me tighter, "Dammit, Michael Jones. Don't you leave me. Not yet, not like this." The car stopped extremely quickly and Gavin picked me up again and rushed me into what I as guessing was a hospital. Geoff yelled at a nurse to get me a doctor while Gavin held onto me. I started wake up a bit more, but felt something jab at my side and I winced. I got taken way from Gavin and immediately rushed into some room before I blacked out again.

When I woke up, I was laying in a hospital bed, the bright lights blinding me. I didn't feel sick anymore, but my neck felt like someone was squeezing it. I felt extremely confused. I went to look down, but my chin was stopping by something foam. I reached my left arm up to touch what felt like a neck brace. Now I was really confused. I heard a monitor start beeping a bit faster and something get lifted off the bed I was on. "Micoo? You're awake! Oh my god!" I tilted my head as much as the brace would let me and saw a familiar, dusty blonde, almost brown, haired Brit with the most wonderful blue-green eyes that looked blotchy and red. "G-Gavin?" My voice came out really hoarse and it startled me. Gavin smiled and nodded, "They told me you wouldn't wake up. They said the rope cut the oxygen to your brain and you wouldn't wake up, but you did." Rope? A nurse came rushing in, a doctor on her tail. "He's awake! It's a miracle," the nurse smiled. The doctor went to examine me. He tugged at the neck brace and touched my neck. It surprisingly didn't hurt. "Do you feel any pain?" I shook my head. The doctor smiled and removed the brace, "That's wonderful, Mister Jones."

"So you're saying he's perfectly fine. No issues at all?" Gavin seemed confused, but not as confused as me. The doctor nodded, "It's odd, I know, but medically, he doesn't show any signs of damage. Releasing times are in an hour if you'd like to go home." I nodded slowly. "There might be a little bruising on your neck along with a hoarse voice for about a week," the doctor explained. Gavin started to cry, "That's amazing to hear. You don't even know." Gavin slid his hand into mine and squeezed it. "We'll be prescribing pain medication, along with anti-depressants for you to take," the doctor scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to Gavin. "Come back in a month for a check up. Just ask for me," the doctor smiled. "I thought I did this a year ago? I thought I was in here for being sick," I questioned, my voice raspy. Gavin raised an eyebrow at me, "You did this a month ago. It put you in a coma for that long. And what are you talking about being sick?" I shrugged, "I guess I've been dreaming. It just- Oh, I've got to tell you all about it later."