Last chapter!! Comment if you want me to make a sequel because I'm only going to do it if people actually read this and interact w this story //
I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't see anything, and I couldn't feel anything. It was just me and my thoughts. I was alone. Until I wasn't.
My eyes shot open, revealing a bunch of faces covered in masks, and a blinding white light above me. I was gasping for air, but these people were cheering. When I felt good enough to life myself a bit, I propped myself on my elbows, looking around the room.
I was in the hospital. These people were doctors. I let out a sigh of relief, sinking back to the pillow. The doctors left besides one. He asked me a bunch of questions and examined me. Once he decided I was fine, he left too.
And I was alone again. Until I wasn't.
The door busted open, and in came Frank, Lynn, and Gerard. I was engulfed in a hug, Franks sobs loud in my ear, but I was crying right alongside him. Just as quickly as he came in, his lips were on mine. And then he engulfed me in another hug. "Please don't ever hurt yourself again I can't lose you."
My tears were staining his shirt. "I'm so sorry it's all my fault."
He shook his head. "It's mine. I should-"
I cut him off. "No. You didn't do anything wrong. Do not blame yourself."
He nodded, wiping away his tears and stepping back to let Lynn see me. Her face was also wet, her long hair sticking to her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around me. "You scared me."
Soon enough she back away as well. Gerard smiled at me and placed him hand on my shoulder. "You're still gross, but I want you to stick around and be gross. Don't do something like this again." I nodded and he gave me a brief hug before backing up. I'm so happy to be alive.
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The doctors released me after a few hours with some stitches on my cuts and a bandage wrapped around it. I was currently lying on Franks bed, freshly bathed, in my bra, underwear, and one of Franks shirts. He was curled up next to me, playing with my fingers.
He casts a sideways glance at me. "What's it like, being in a coma?"
I pursed my lips, trying to recall anything. "I don't remember. The last thing I remember before waking up was you and Lynn walking into the apartment."
His eyes get wide. "So you don't remember the conversation we had? Or rather, what you told me?"
Oh shit. I tense, treading carefully. "What did I say?"
He smirks. "Oh, nothing major. Just that you love me."
I pull away, shooting up straight to look at him, an embarrassed look on my face. "I said WHAT?"
He shrugs, maintaining a calm face. "Yep, you said it." Then he raises his eyebrow. "By twat it just some drunken, blood loss thing, or did you mean it?"
I don't think I have ever blushed so hard. Ever. In my life. I avert my eyes. "I- um-"
He grabs my good wrist, pulling me down onto him. "Stop freaking out, Sky." He flips me over, pulling my shirt above my head and tossing it on the ground. He plants kisses going up my stomach. Once he gets to my mouth, he stops, murmuring, "I love you, too."
