Seven- Billy Hargrove Fan fiction

Chapter Seventeen: The Light of Day

A/N: sorry for the recent short chapters and the late posting of this one. I had to think of a way to connect things to the plot. Also if you like Shazam I started another fanfic about a teen villain trying to find peace in her heart. I think it's kind of cute so go check it out if you'd like. Anyway back to our favorite hothead- Billy Hargrove.
(Nikki's point of view)

The past few days seemed to have gone by in a flash. Nothing has really happened between Billy and I. I've been spending more time with Steve, just as friends, and Billy has been avoiding me by bringing home a bunch of women.

Occasionally I'd make fun of his "dates" and they'd look to Billy to defend them but he wouldn't do shit.

Occasionally we would lock eyes for a moment and I'd want to tell him that I missed him and I wish we hung out more, just as friends... but the words never left my mouth.

Occasionally I'd find myself just outside his door, ready to knock. But I never spent the night with him, as much as I wanted to.

As the days passed, I kept feeling faint. It was as if something was sucking the energy right out of me. I didn't think much of it, and assumed it was just the side effects of the massive jump.

It was a crispy fall afternoon, I remember that. I was with Steve by the lake, and he was teaching me how to skim a rock. The sun shimmered on the water, and the flare just kept getting bigger and bigger.... and that's when I fell.

And Steve caught me.

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Nikki.

Nikki I miss you. I'm sorry for being such a dick to you... I wish I could change things. It's just been so long and I miss you. Please come back. It's been too long.

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My eyes jolted open and I gasped for air. What happened? Someone was holding my hand.

"Billy?" I tried to croak out.

"Shhh. Don't talk." He said before calling for a nurse. What was going on? Billy immediately let go of my hand. "Hold on." He said while going to the phone and calling what I assumed to be my friends.

"Nicole..." he whispered as tears swelled in his eyes, he looked away and whipped his eyes. I didn't understand what was going on. Why was Billy sad? And why was I in a hospital bed? "You're probably wondering what's going on." He said. I gave him the look of "no shit."

"Well..." he continued. "You've been in a coma... for about a year."

"What?!" I croaked.

"Shhhh. No talking, idiot. It's November eighth, 1986." He informed me.

I started to cry. I couldn't help it. Why did most of my life just consist of me doing nothing? Yeah I was able to time travel, but it doesn't stop me from aging. I've unintentionally wasted most of my life.

"Nikki, don't cry. I'm here for you now." Billy coaxed. I pulled away from him. No. He had no right to pretend like he cared. I know he didn't. He probably only visited three times since I've been out, and he probably focused on cigarettes and whores. I bet he didn't think of me at all. Then why was he here right now?

"I understand if you don't want to be around me right now, and I'm sorry I disappointed you by being the first one you saw when you woke up. But hey, we are coma buddies now!" He joked. "Just let me stay until Steve and the others get here..."

I wanted to ask him why he was here, but my throat just felt so dry. It's such a coincidence that I happened to wake up when he was in the room. Maybe it was because of our shared blood... no, I'm reading too much into it.