I've missed you [boyxboy]

Chapter 13

I'VE MISSED YOU

• CHAPTER 13 •

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Each hit made everything around me more and more faint, to the point where I couldn't hear nor see anymore, even the pain became numb. I was being enveloped by a darkness that I already knew. That darkness of unconciousness, of oblivion, perhaps even death.

But something didn't want me to let go, to allow myself to be consumed by that darkness. That thing was a thought, the only thought that I still had:

'Jakey, my Jakey...'

I could almost feel Jake holding me, telling me not to give up. But even that thought turned faint eventually.

It was then when the only thing left was darkness.

It was then when I let go.

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"N..."

"What was that sound?"

"No... wa.. u.."

"Were those words?"

"Noa.. wa... up..."

"I can't understand... The words sound so far away..."

"Noah, wake up!"

"Jake?! Jake! Where are you?! I can't see you!"

"Noey, you have to wake up!"

"What? I don't understand! Where am I? Why can't I see anything?!"

"Noey, you need to wake up NOW!"

~And I did.~

I was awake and aware. I tried to open my eyes but they felt heavy, as if my eyelids were sown together. I couldn't see anything nor move one inch, but my others senses immediately took over and told me where I was.

A constant, soft and almost soothing beep to my right: a heart monitor. A soft yet thin blanket on top of me. And of course a very particular desinfectant smell. I was in a hospital room.

I heard a door open followed by the unmistakeable sound of my mom sobbing. I heard as she pulled a chair to my left and took hold of my hand.

"Not again... Not my baby..." I heard her saying between sobs after a while.

My heart broke into pieces listening to my mom. There were so much pain and anguish in her voice. I had put both her and my dad through so much pain. First with "the accident" and now this.

I felt a different hand take hold of my right hand. My mom's hand was small and soft, delicate; while the other hand was calloused and bigger than mine. It was definately my dad's.

"Son... Can you hear me?... I just... I love you..." my dad said, his voice breaking into sobs between words.

There's something about seeing (or in my case listening) your parents cry that really crushes a kid's heart. And knowing that they were crying because of me made it a thousand times worse.

I just wanted to open my eyes and tell them to stop crying, that I was fine and I loved them too. But I was still unable to move. I felt trapped in my own body.

It was one of the most terrifing feelings I had felt. I could sense my surroundings and think properly but I couldn't make my body move no matter how hard I tried.

Was being comatose like this?

Was I in a coma?

That was when I panicked. I felt like the air became thick and hard to breath. There was a growing pressure on my whole body, like sinking deeper and deeper into water until being crushed by the weight.