You saved me || Sebastian Stan

Chapter 24

I've been listening to people talk to me for what they say is now 3 weeks. Everytime someone talks to me, I want to open my eyes. I want to tell them that I can hear them, that I'm fighting. Right now no one is talking, and that means Sebastian is here with me. He always is unless someone wants to talk to me. That's what everyone says anyway. I want to tell him to go home, to rest, but I just can't. Knowing that SO many people are here makes me fight so hard. Collin was wrong, lots of people care about me, and this proved that to me. I just wish I didn't have to get shot to realize it. Currently I'm putting all my energy into getting my eyes open. It's like running towards a light, but the closer you think you get, the farther away it goes. I swear I almost got them open, though I can feel my strength draining again. But I will NOT let it drain.  Today is the day I wake up. Suddenly I'm blinded by a bright light, causing me to squint, but I don't close my eyes in case I can't open them again. I blink repeatedly to help myself adjust. Soon my eyes are focused enough that I can see the basics of my room, but everything is fuzzy. The whole room is white. On my right side, the side closest to the door is a grey armchair. I'm guessing that's where everyone sat to talk to me. The room is big. Like really big for a hospital room, but if what everyone said to me is true, there's a shit ton of people that come in and visit me. My blankets are a pale, vibrant, baby blue, just like my tattoo. On my left is a long couch with none other than Sebastian stretched out on it, out cold. Right beside my bed on that side is a table. It's got a glass of water, a vase of blue roses, and a clock. It reads 2:43pm. I try to use my voice, but I haven't used it in so long, I feel like I've just forgotten how to talk. Eventually I'm able to say one thing. "Sebastian?" He wakes up suddenly and shoots into a sitting position. He looks over at me and when he sees that I'm awake, he shoots off the couch and comes over to me. Tears brim his eyes as he carefully but passionately wraps me in a hug. "I hoped you would wake up, but I was so scared you wouldn't.." He cries into my neck. "I had to come back to you guys." I tell him. "You could hear us?" He asks, pulling away from me and putting his hands on my cheeks. I bring my left hand up and place it on top of his right hand. "Every one of you. And every time I wanted to tell you guys that I could hear you, that I was fighting. I never gave up Sebastian." I tell him. Tears fall down his cheeks and he kisses me lovingly. I kiss back immediately. He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine. Then the realization his me. I was shot in the abdomen, where our baby is!  I push his head back carefully and he looks at me with concern. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Our baby! Is our baby okay!?" I ask worriedly. "The baby's okay. It's fine. It's a fighter." He tells me. Relief washes over me. "Oh thank god." I breath out. "By the way, everyone here knows it's gender but me and you. I told them not to tell us until you woke up." He tells me. I smile. "Thank you." I respond. "Of course." He smiles at me. I look around the room and there are vases of flowers all over the place the same colour as my tattoo. Sebastian must've seen me looking at them because he says: "Y'know, no one even communicated about the flowers, they all just got ones the same colour as your tattoo." I chuckle. "Of course they did." Sebastian smiles at me and scans my face. "Is it true that you were always in here with me except when people came to talk to me?" I ask him. 'Uh, yeah. Yeah it is." He admits. "I appreciate it, but do you know how badly I wanted to yell at you to go home and rest in an actual bed? It's one of the things that made me want to wake up the most." I tell him. "Good, then I'm glad I did it." He chuckles. "Um, just wondering. Shouldn't you be getting a doctor to come look at me and make sure everything is okay?" I ask. "Shit! Yes I should. I'll be right back." He says, then kisses my forehead and leaves the room to find a doctor. I chuckle and grab the glass of water from the table. I smell it to make sure there aren't chemicals in if for the flowers or anything. Now that I know that there aren't, I chug the whole glass. I don't care if it was Sebastian's, he can get another one. About a minute later Sebastian comes in with a doctor. "It's good to see you awake (Y/n). You have had a lot of people come through here to see you. A lot of people care about you." He tells me. I look at his doctor badge thing. Dr.Hayes. "So I've heard." I respond. "So how are you feeling?" He asks as he opens his pen. "Weirdly enough, tired even though I slept for three weeks. But I know it's normal. Other than that, it's just some of the equipment I'm hooked up to. I mean my stitches are itchy, but that's normal too." I tell him. "Well, we're going to disconnect you from most of that equipment shortly. And you're very right, the other two things are normal, and they'll stop soon." He says as he scribbles on his clipboard. "Okay." I respond. "We also have people contacting the people that have been visiting right now, and they should be here soon." He informs me. "Okay, thanks for the big room." I say. "You needed it." He responds. "Okay, I'll be right back." He smiles, then walks out. I look back at Sebastian and he's sitting on the couch just mapping my face, just like he was just after I woke up. "What is it?" I ask him. "Nothing. I'm just so happy to see you awake. I've missed hearing your voice." He says. "I heard you say that once, I think it was around the two week mark." I say. "Wow, you remember a lot of stuff you hear when you were frickin' unconscious." He jokes. "Well you said you hoped I could hear you. If you didn't want me to hear it, you probably shouldn't have said it." I retort, making both of us chuckle.The doctor comes back in with a female doctor and she introduces herself. "Hi, I'm Dr.Hill, but you can call me Samantha if you'd like. I'll be the one looking after you and making sure you're okay for the next few days that you'll be here." She explains, then comes over to my bedside. "Well, it's nice to meet you Samantha." I respond. You as well, though it sucks it had to be under this circumstance. Would you like to be sitting up?" She asks. "Yes please." I respond. She grabs a remote attached to the bed and pushes a button and the bed slowly goes into sitting position. "Okay, me and Dr.Hayes are going to start removing the unnecessary equipment now, okay?" She tells me. I just nod. They spend about 10 minutes removing equipment. Sebastian left close to the beginning, he said that everyone was here and he was going to go meet them in the waiting room and let them know when they are good to come in. "Okay, you're all good. Would you like me to tell everyone that they can come in?" Samantha asks. "Sure." I smile at her. She returns the smile and her and Dr.Hayes leave the room and make their way to the waiting room as I wait in anticipation to see my many different families. Suddenly the door bursts open and Sasha and Thomas are standing there looking at me. Tears come to my eyes and theirs. I open my arms and neither of the hesitate to run into them, gently though. Sasha goes around to my right side and Thomas stays on my left. We all wrap our arms tightly around each other and I can tell we're all crying. "Thank god you're okay. We were so worried." Sasha says. "I know. I could hear you guys. Thanks for not giving up on me." I respond. They pull away and sit on either side of my legs and we all wipe our faces. "Thanks for not giving up on yourself." Thomas says. "Well I had to come back so I could annoy my little brother and sister again." I joke. We all chuckle lightly, then the doors open again and people just pour in. I smile and the tears come to my eyes again. It really is basically the whole Marvel cast. Even ones I haven't worked with. Tom Hiddleston is here, Chris Hemsworth, Toms friend Harrison, Mark Ruffalo, I mean it's like a fangirls dream. I just wish I didn't have to almost die to have them all here. "Wow.." I breath out softly, the wipe my eyes, sniffle, then clear my throat. "This is to much crying guys." I chuckle softly. Then my mom and dad come in. "Mom, dad." I smile at them. The both return the smile and Sasha and Thomas move and stand with Roger and Devin, (F/n)'s younger brothers, like much younger. Devin is 12 and Roger is 8. My mom wraps me in a tight gentle hug and I squeeze her back as if my life depended on it. "I missed you so much."