Comatose - Brallon

An Explanation

"We actually met in this hospital room," I informed, a smile on my face as I remembered. "Except, I was the one in the coma, you were the nurse here taking care of me everyday." 

"When was that?" He asked curiously. 

"Wow, well the accident was over a year ago by now, but most of the time we have known each other was us being in comas," I laughed humorlessly. "I guess if you think of it that way, we haven't really got to spend that much time with each other." 

"I'm guessing we grew close in that amount of time though, right?" He asked. 

"Yeah!" I grinned. "We were best friends, you even said that we were closer than you and Pete." 

"Really?" He said, his curiosity was rising and it was adorable. "We must have been really fucking close." 

"We sure were, cutie," I replied. 

"What's with calling me 'cutie'? Do you just really find me cute? What's up with that?" Brendon laughed, his face lit up bright red. 

"It's just my little nickname for you, I started calling you that after I started calling myself, 'your beautiful man'. My nickname started after I heard you quietly call me beautiful, and I started teasing you," I smirked. "You wouldn't stop blushing and it was so cute, just like you are now, so you became my cutie, and I was your beautiful man. I hope it's okay that I still call you that, I didn't even think about it bothering you." 

"Oh, no, no, no, it's fine, I'm okay with it. It's a little weird, but I can adjust to it," he rushed out, as if it would bother him if I stopped. 

I raised my eyebrow at him, "Do you like it when I call you 'cutie'?"

His face was somehow redder than before, "I don't know, maybe, shut up, Dallon!" 

I smiled, I was so happy to have him awake, although, it's not the same as before, it's still the same man I fell in love with, "You haven't changed a bit, cutie."

"Wish I could say the same thing," he whispered sadly. 

"Don't be so down on yourself, it's not your fault, if anything, blame my psycho ex-girlfriend who shot you," I whispered back.

"Remind me why she shot me?" He asked. 

"Because you and Pete had come to rescue me from her after she kidnapped me and she found out that we were dating, so she shot you in a final desperate attempt to win me back. She was pretty pathetic," I laughed. 

"Jesus, what even is our life?" He giggled and I giggled with him, his laugh was so cute and contagious. 

"I wish I could tell you, I don't even know," I replied. 

After a few moments, he asked, "So... Are you my boyfriend then?" 

"Well, we never officially became boyfriends, but by now I have basically told everyone that we were, so I guess?" I said, lightly blushing. 

"Oh, okay," he said, staring at me, a slight look of confusion on his face. I raised my eyebrow in response. "I'm just wondering how I could've forgotten all of this. All of this is so important and I can't remember a single bit of it, I just want to know what has happened in my life in this big empty memory gap." 

I reached out and pulled him into another hug, each time I got to hug him, I held him as tight as I could, "Don't strain yourself, cutie, it'll be okay, I promise you that." 

I felt him start crying, and it broke my heart, "I just want to remember, Dallon, why can't I just remember? Basically, all those years are gone, they might not ever come back to me!" 

"Shhhh, baby, it's okay, it'll be okay, don't cry, okay? You're breaking my heart and I can't do anything to help you," I said, my voice starting to crack as I was trying not to cry (again) too. 

"Will you try to help me, Dallon? Help me remember? Please?" He desperately pleaded. 

"Of course I will, I would do anything for you, cutie," I whispered. 

"Thank you, Dallon, so much," he sobbed. "I understand now, why we were so close. I feel such a strong connection to you, I barely know you, but I feel like I could tell you anything." 

"You better stop making me so damn emotional, or I'm gonna cry again, until I physically cannot cry anymore," I warned jokingly. 

"I'm sorry I'm making us both an emotional wreck," he laughed breathlessly. 

We let go of each other and he stared into my eyes, I so desperately wanted to kiss him, but I didn't know if he would be okay with that, so I didn't. 

"You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met, Mr. Dallon Weekes," he whispered. 

"Not as amazing as you, Mr. Brendon Urie," I replied cheekily, smirking at him. 

"Damn, you're quick," he laughed. 

"Thanks, I practiced my skills on my boyfriend, you might know him, his name is also Brendon Urie," I chuckled. 

"Oh my god, Dallon, you are amazing, how did I ever forget you?" He wondered. 

 "I don't know, do you see me going around forgetting people?" I sassed. 

"Do you see me sassing hospital patients?" He shot back. 

"Yes, actually, you sassed me, when I was in that very hospital bed, you were even a nurse, I'm just a visitor," I answered truthfully. "In fact, our very first conversation where I could respond to you verbally, was you yelling at me." 

"What? Really? I'm sorry, Dal," he apologized, looking a little upset. 

"No, it was my fault anyway, I played a stupid joke and basically made you freak out, thinking I was dying. I crossed a line," I admitted. 

"Oh," Brendon replied, looking down at the floor quietly. I looked over on the other side of the bed and saw the roses, slowly beginning to wilt. 

"Do you like them?" I suddenly asked, his head shooting up. "The roses, I mean."

"I completely forgot about them, I'm sorry, they're lovely," he answered while picking them up, noticing the card and grabbing it and reading it.

"You don't have to apologize so much to me, cutie, it's fine," I replied. "It's okay to be a little mixed up today, no worries."

He looked up and smiled at me before asking, "Did I really refer to you as 'my beautiful man'?"