New Princess (Dante x Reader)

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   I woke up, this was the second year in the hospital. She had gained all of her color back and her eyes would sometimes twitch, that was just an automatic response, but it meant that she was still alive and kicking. The nurse rapped on the door and brought in breakfast, nutrients for (Y/N)'s IV and some Denny's she normally 'snuck' in for me. "Thanks, Donna." I muttered as I sat up and began to pick at the omelette/breakfast burrito in front of me.

   "No problem, Dante..." I saw her check a monitor and call a doctor before motioning me over. "Look, more brain activity." She carefully turned off the iron lung and (Y/N)'s chest still rose and fell even if it was uneven and shallow. "And she's breathing partially on her own! Doctor, come quick! This is a breakthrough!" She turned back to me. "She's only going to need an oxygen mask now." The doctor came in and saw what was happening. He nodded and smiled, telling us he was going to go and put this on the update board for the floor. When a long term patient has a breakthrough in brain activity, it's normally celebrated in this hospital.

   After we had had a little party, no booze, the docs here didn't really like it, or anything fishy (against the Hippocratic Oath), I went back to my room, and the nurse told me one more thing before moving on. "She should wake up sooner than thought. She was supposed to wake up in the next 8-10 years, but with this, she might wake up in the next few. Keep smiling, I know it's worked for patients in the past." She walked out, and I could practically hear all the thoughts that were racing like snails through her head. She wanted to think faster, but couldn't. That's what the doc said about the charts, anyways. (This is where you woke up in the castle, little FYI) I sighed, a full stomach making me sleepy again, and fell back asleep, ready to wait some more for my princess.