boyf riends one - shots!

the hospital (old fic)

pretty much the situation that happened after the play

jeremy is at the hospital recovering from the evil wintergreen tic tac

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(JEREMYS POV)

I woke up, my eyes still closed. Wait, where am I? I thought and attempted to open my eyes, but instead, they wouldn't open. I couldn't speak, either. Ugh, my whole body feels numb.. and my head-

"A-Are you sure he's okay?" I heard a anxiety filled voice stutter and interrupted my thoughts, once again, I tried to open my eyes but failed once again. I was freaking out, I was so confused on what was happening. Yet, I shown no outer result of my confusion. 

"Yes, sir. He is fine. He'll wake up in a couple minutes." I heard a stranger's male voice chuckle, seeming to be patting something. Who is he? What am I doing here? Why can't I open my eyes? I felt someone touch my hand gently, and on the inside I was freaking out still. Who was touching me-? Wait.. The smooth hands caressed the top of my hand in a slow, relaxing motion. I recognized the smooth hands, but my mind was racing to much to try to comprehend that. 

The hand continued to rub my hand soothingly, the person was humming a Bob Marley song. "Three Little Birds" (every little thing is gonna be alright) to be exact. Wait. 

Michael!

I relaxed a bit, soothed by the touch. Suddenly, I felt myself grow power over my hand. I moved my fingers slowly, trying to signal that I am okay and awake. I heard Michael gasp and let go of my hand, then the quick running along the tiled floor.

"Doctor! He-he's awake!" Michael yelled- doctor? I'm at the hospital-? All the memories came back to me, me screaming from all the pain, I forgot what it was from, but I passed out. Hard. I continued to wiggle my fingers, trying to gain power over the rest of my body. But god, it sure did hurt. 

After a few more antagonizing moments, I got control over my body. I opened my eyes to see the apparent doctor beside my hospital bed, and Michael was gone. 

"Hi, you doing alright?" He said, playing with the buttons on the monitor. I rubbed my face and let out a groan, everything still hurts.

"Where.. am I..?" I said slowly, still regaining consciousness. The doctor chuckled, shaking his head.

"The hospital, you were-- well, as they call it squipped, and passed out from it being removed. So, welcome back." He stated, looking down at me with a clip board in his hands. I smiled tiredly and continued to massage my face. You couldn't see it, but I was beyond happy that the dumbass Squip was finally gone. 

"Fuck, my head hurts.." I ran a hand through my hair, the  doctor chuckled.

"That's a side affect." He smiled, looking over at the door. 

"You're friend and father are waiting for you outside the door, do you want me to let them in?" He nodded his head over, looking back at me. After all that has happened, I being honest need to fill my dad in.  

"Just my dad, please." I nodded, he walked towards the door and opened it. He mumbled a few words to a person beside the door, then stepped out of the way and walked out of the door. My dad walked in with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back, wait, oh my god. I covered my mouth in complete shock, happy tears threatening to fall from my face. 

"Hey, champ." He smiled. 

"D-Dad.. you're wearing pants.." I smiled brightly, my dad chuckled and walked over to me. 

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"And then, Michael got me mountain dew red, and pretty much saved the entire school from being Squipped." I continued, rambling all of the details of the situation. My dad leaned on the bed as he sat down on a chair beside me, very amused of the conversation.

"So you did this all for Christine?"

"Um, yea, I guess so.." I shrugged and scratched the back of my neck, my dad raised his eyebrow.

"B-But I didn't mean to hurt everyone around me! I ju-just wanted her to like me, a-and-"

"It's okay! It's okay.." My dad waved his hands, calming me down. I sighed and leaned back on the bed.

"It was a dick move, I know." I bit my lip, he rested his hand on my shoulder and stood up.

"Listen, I'd love to talk longer, but Michael has been dying to see you awake for the past few days."

"Few days?" I questioned, his eyes lit up.

"Oh, the doctor didn't tell you." My dad rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"You've been asleep for three days, and Michael hasn't slept in three days." My dad shrugged, oh my god, Michael. I chuckled and looked down, thinking Michael would obviously do that. 

"So I'm gonna head out, see ya later, bud." He ruffled up my hair with his hand, I giggled. I must've lightened up and woken up more while I was talking to him, besides my aching head, I was as good as new. He walked out the door, closing it behind him. I heard muffled talking from the outside.

Only moments later, the door opened slowly. I looked over at the door curiously, to see my best friend for 12 years, my favourite person, my player one,

Michael Mell. 

He quickly started to tear up, covering his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. I smiled so brightly it went to my ears, and tears threatened to fall once again. God, you have no idea how happy I was to see him. This was the first time, in a long time, that I've seen Michael from my own eyes, without the darn Squip.

He ran over to me, swiftly leaping onto the bed and wrapping his arms around me. 

"Ow!" I groaned, realizing I was still in pain. But I truly did want Michael to hold me tight, close to him in his arms, right where I love to be. 

"Oh! Sorry!" He started to back away, but instead I used all of the strength left in my body to wrap my arms around him and pull him onto me so he was laying atop of me, I pulled him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around me tightly as we both rocked back and forth, I was crying into his shoulder. Happy tears, and also sad, I didn't know what I was feeling at this point.

"F-Fuck! I missed you s-so much!" I cried, gripping the back of his hoodie tightly. He sniffled and smiled brightly and he straddled me so the hug would be more comfortable. I inhaled the familiar scent of weed, vanilla, and cinnamon all in one whiff. I continued to cry, god, how I missed Michael.

Uh, no homo though. 

"I-I missed you too.." He sighed happily, enjoying this moment. We were both lightly crying, until he pulled away and was smiling so much, tears still in his eyes. 

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mICHAEL THINKS THAT WEIRD IS RAD

BUT FEELING WEIRD JUST MAKES ME SAD