Be More Chill Oneshots

It's useless anyway- Michael/Jeremy (Part 3)

This is the final part of this oneshot. I'm on my 6 week holidays now, and next Sunday (not this one coming, the next one) I've got a 4-hour car journey so I'll probably get a couple done then. Oh yeah, please follow my original story account Zuladoo. It's joint with TheNinjaGirl123. Whatever, enjoy the chapter!

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Michael's p.o.v

The crawl to consciousness is long. Very long. At first, I don't really want to wake up. Last time I was awake, I was in pain and vomiting, so you can sort of see my aversion to the state of mind. However, deep in my mind, I know that waking up is inevitable, so I decide to get it over with sooner than later.

For once, when I wake up there isn't some clichèd brightness. There's actually just some natural light spilling through what I presume to be windows, the sunlight throwing patterns onto the ceiling. The only thing I can see is the smooth white ceiling.

"...should be awake soon," someone, a voice I don't recognise with a New Jersey accent tainted with a slight Pennyslvanian twang says. "He was awake briefly after the operation."

I was? "But he probably won't remember it."

Ah, okay. Neither person in the room has realised that I am awake yet.

"It just seems so long!" the second person replies. Jeremy! It's obviously Jeremy. Unable to hold it in, I let out a small squeak of excitement and therefore signal my wakefulness to the two individuals.

The first person to hover over me is the doctor. He has caramel-coloured hair and deep, thoughtful eyes, and in a way I find him kinda hot. Then the doctor shines a light in my eyes and ends any lustful thoughts swiftly. I groan in pain and try to wiggle away.

"Sorry, Michael," the doctor says. He sounds genuinely apologetic. "Just need to check-"

"For deadly eye worms," a third, new voice interjects.

"House, either be useful or be quiet!" Blondie yells, clearly exasperated by his fellow man. I feel ya, bro, I feel ya.

"Geez, sorry," House replies in a way that can only be described as sassily.

"He-he's awake?" Jeremy says, his voice trembling.

"Hell yes," I answer, my voice raspy. It hurts to talk, but I need my independence like it's 1776.

Someone in the room is breathing heavily. I'm not sure who. Blondie looks over to the corner of the room, to the place I can't see. He looks worried.

"You okay?" he says quietly.

"I'm fine, Wilson," House replies, sounding annoyed. There is some movement, and then Jeremy appears in my line of vision.

"Hey," he whispers softly, stroking some of my hair off my forehead. He's a little blurry, so I assume that I haven't got my glasses on. "How d'you feel?"