A supertale Of New York

Part 12

You sat on the cold plastic chairs in the waiting room, holding an ice pack to your face. Peter sat next to you, still rubbing your back, and you pulled yourself into his chest. "I don't wanna look like mike tindall" you moaned into his skin. "What?! Who's that?" Peter chuckled. "He's a rugby player with a fucked up nose" you were starting to cry again. "Is he the one who's married to a princess?" Peter said, stroking your hair. "Yeah.... well she's not a princess but yeah" you said through your tears. "Well, I guess I'll just be the prince dating a British girl with a fucked up nose" you sniggered and that hurt. "Oh! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have made you laugh that was stupid! I'm so sorry baby, I love you" He cradled you and kissed your forehead. You felt yourself gently slip into a deep sleep

You woke up, to a room full of doctors and nurses , and beeping machines and needles in your arms and.... no peter .

You saw a blurry figure run towards you, and push some buttons on an monitor next to you. Your vision just got worse until eventually you couldn't see anything, and then you fell asleep again.

You had a dream where peter was screaming your name, and shaking your body, and then doctors ran over and took you away. Peter was left sobbing as he grew further and further From you.

"PETER" the words left your lips as you woke up. "Y/N? Oh, honey, you woke up, thank god! NURSE!! " a mans voice said. Someone was holding your hand. You followed the arm with your eyes , until you saw a face you were happy to see "MUM?!" You called , your voice was barely there. "Y/N!" She was crying, she got up and hugged you, "mummy" you sobbed into her chest. You were terrified, what the fuck had happened? "Oh, y/n" the man said again. You looked across the room. And there he was. 

"Dad." You were completely in shock. Both your parents were here in......wait. "Where the fuck am I?" You accidentally said out loud. "You're in hospital, sweetheart, in New York." Your mum explained "then.... how did you guys get here?" You were so confused . "We flew, y/n, a couple of weeks ago" What the fuck? Weeks? "How long have I been asleep for?" "Eighteen days".

"I broke my nose.... how the hell was I asleep for 18 days?" You asked your father. Your parents looked at each other and nodded. "When the bone fractured, a piece of it was sticking out, had the doctors have noticed it on time." he started to growl. Your mum looked at him sternly "had they have noticed, they would have told you not to move your neck, or especially not relax it, but..... they didn't notice, and you lost a lot of blood, so , you fell asleep, and relaxed your neck.....pushing the bone.....into ......your brain". He burst into tears after that last bit. You instinctively moved your hand up to your head, to check you still had a nose...and a brain.

"Where's Peter?!" You asked urgently. Your parents smiled sympathetically. "The boy who brought you in? He stayed in the room with you for five days, until we got here, and then he said he had to leave the country for work, he tried to get his boss to let him stay, but we told him to go, and we'd call him if you woke up" "Where did he go? Wait.... IF? IF I WOKE UP?" Right on time, a doctor walked in the room. "Hello, Miss y/l/n, how are you feeling ?" You were still muttering "if?" The doctor carried on. "You had an adverse reaction to some anaesthetic, and you woke up during surgery, so we had to put you in an induced coma, the chances of you waking up again were less than 50%, but you did wake up, and you seem to be doing well, so you, y/n , are defying all the odds." You heard what he said, but you didn't process it, you just lingered on how close you were to death, and how far you were from Peter.

"I need to call him." You barked at your mother. "No mobile phones in the hospital, and you're not going anywhere, so someone else will have to call "him"". The doctor said, and left the room. "Shhh" your dad said, as he got his phone out of his pocket. "Here, his numbers on there" he said tip toeing over to you, you laughed and your head hurt. You clicked on peters name, and heard the phone dialling. He picked up after one ring "Is she awake?" He Asked immediately "its me, peter, it's me, I'm okay." You heard him gasp . "Oh my god baby!, you're ok! Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me, y/n, I'm coming, my love , I'll be there really soon, I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you woke up! " he started to cry "Peter I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" you were both crying now. "Don't cry, baby. Please, I love you so much, this was all my fault, everything is my fault, I'm gonna be with you in a few hours, I'm driving back to New York now, and I'm never leaving you again. I promise." "Peter.... I love you." Was all you could say through the sobs. "I love you too, beautiful, I'll be with you really soon, and then I'll hold you and I won't let go, you're mine.... and I've missed you, so , so much , my love. When you fell asleep, and you started shaking and your skin turned blue, there was nothing I could do to help you, the doctors pulled you out of my arms, and took you away, and I couldn't do anything and I'm so sorry." The dream that replayed in your mind all that time, must have been real... poor peter. "I missed you too, now hurry up and get here so I can kiss you" you laughed despite the pain. "I have to go y/n, but I'm on my way, I'll see you in two hours, and you can kiss me as much as you like, I love you." "I love you too" you whispered and ended the call.

Your parents looked at you awkwardly "He's my boyfriend, and I love him more than anything in this world, and if you have a problem with that, you're welcome to leave." You thought you might as well stop hiding things. "We figured, sweetheart, that's ok, we're happy for you." Your mum said. And you laid down, staring at the clock, counting each second of torture, before he would be there.