~Everything about you is so terrible~
Y/N is simply... average. She doesn't mind it, really. I mean, who's she trying to impress? Sure, her life isn't anything perfect, but whatever. It is what it is. She had no interest in becoming popular, but my...
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Y/N had never heard a sound more painful than the piercing beep of a heart monitor as the line rose and fell continuously in a loop as she clutched her mom's hand. She sat at her bedside, eyes glazed and puffy from crying. Shutting them, she bent over to touch her head to the knuckles of the limp hand, begging her to wake up with a silent voice. On the table next to the equipment keeping the bandaged woman alive sat a bright bouquet of her mom's favorite flowers. Their smell added a sweetness to the nauseating scent of disinfectant that the hospital was stained with. If she could open her eyes and see them, Y/N just knew her bruised lips would smile, but they remain closed. Without that incessant beeping, one could easily confuse her with a corpse. She was so battered up, her body in casts and face wrapped up after the many surgeries that were preformed on her.
"You have to get better, mom. You just have to. Please. I promise that if you do, I will help you. I can get you a SQUIP, and they can help your life get back on track. Then, everything can be okay again. Everything can go back to normal." Laughing weakly, Y/N sucks in a sharp breath to contain a sob as she peered at the woman's face.
"They're stuck-up little shits, but you get used to them. They might be assholes at times, but they mean well," she mutters in a voice hardly heard. She wasn't afraid of anyone eavesdropping. She was the only person in the room, since her dad had left to the bathroom not too long ago. He had also mentioned something about getting them some water too.
"Please, wake up. I know you've been down on your luck, but things can get better. You just have to wake up first." Holding back another sob, she gripped the hand tighter, shaking. "Me and dad both want to help. We don't want you to hurt and endanger yourself like this again. You have to pull through so that we can all work together, like we should have in the first place."
A soft pressure slid over her right shoulder, producing a light tingle through the nerves as heat rose to the area, simulating body heat. Raising her head, the teary-eyed girl looked at the manifestation of her SQUIP, who had been absent since she arrived due to him not being needed. Now, however, he couldn't ignore the storm within her head and her heart. Y/N was completely distraught when she looked at him. It was dreadful.
Every time she came to the hospital, she seemed to only feel worse and worse as the days go by. If he wasn't around to help her keep up appearances, she likely wouldn't ever stop crying, but he made sure no attention was brought to her, allowing her a brief break from her new friends, but maintaining her good grades and ensuring she still showed up for work and club meetings. No matter what he did to the outside of her, however, the inside was a big mess. She was scared and for good reason. It's been nearly two weeks now, and her mom still hasn't woken up, nor has she shown any signs of doing that anytime soon.
