Coma Love [Truten]

All You Had To Do Was Stay

~~~~Goten's POV~~~

Some time had passed by and me and Trunks kept doing this dance. He would come to visit me, say something to get me all flustered and then he would have to leave again. It was starting to irritate me. How was I supposed to get close to Trunks if he had to keep leaving me? I mean, not that I wanted to get close to him or anything. Okay so fine. Maybe I did. And I know It's hopeless because I'm in a coma and he gets to walk around freely.

My thinking gets interrupted when I tune my ears into Dr. Bulma's conversation.

"...not doing good. He keeps having random high pulse spikes and we can't seem to figure out why." Dr. Bulma speaks clearly as she's talking to someone. I don't know who until the person starts crying.

"What is wrong with my baby?!" My mother cries out. Then I hear my dad speak up.

"It's okay, Chichi. He'll be okay."

"It's concerning sure but we're doing everything we can to help your son, Chichi." Dr. Bulma tried to console my crying mother. I frowned inwardly. I'm getting all worked over nothing and worrying my mom sick. If I could just wake up right now and hug her I would, but I can't. There's something keeping me from it.

And I just realized something. I have no idea what this Trunks kid even looks like. For all I know he could just be lying about his personality because I can't prove it. So he's probably butt ugly inside and out. If I could I would've nodded to myself. Yes, self we have decided we don't need that meathead. He is just a distraction from getting better.

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The next day after my family had gone home, Trunks came to visit me again. Well great. I had sworn him off already. Didn't he get the memo? I inwardly rolled my eyes. Trunks came down and sat next to me. It was silent for a long while before Trunks finally spoke.

"My mom says your not doing too good, Chibi...and you know that kind of sucks because well you're kind of awesome and I really don't want you to die." Trunks breathed out heavily. Then he did something unexpected. He cried. I could tell because his breathing got shaky and I could hear it in his breaths. It was a mostly silent cry but he was still crying. Why though? He's never even technically met me. My mind started to wander. Is it that maybe...he had begun to like me too? My heart started to flutter and I couldn't calm it down. Soon, my monitors were going off. A nurse came running into the room and then paged Dr. Bulma. Soon Dr. Bulma was in the room as well.

"Trunks, sweetie, you're going to have to leave." Dr. Bulma tried to speak as calmly as she could while rushing over to me and administering medicine to me to get my pulse rate down.

"No! I want to be here with him!" Trunks protested. My heart practically skipped a beat.

"Trunks!" Dr. Bulma yelled.

"Mom!" Trunks yelled back.

"Fine just stay out of the way!" Dr. Bulma yelled and continued working on me. My pulse rate eventually returning to normal. Trunks stepped out of the way and let his mom and the nurses do their jobs. I could hear the desperation in everyone's voices. I wanted to be near Trunks but I didn't want to cause worry either. What was I going to do? I had tried to think about it for a second before reaching a conclusion. If I could learn to calm myself down, I would still be able to see him, and if I couldn't, well his mom would get the hint that I was unwell and make Trunks earn his community service hours some other way. I inwardly nodded to myself. Yes, self. This plan would work out I think.

~~~Time Skip~~~

It had been some time now and Trunks kept coming back. I was still trying to keep my pulse rate down, to no avail. So, I figured Dr. Bulma would just kick Trunks out. She certainly did try, but much to my chagrin Trunks fought each and every time to stay in the room. It had gotten to the point that he was in my room so often he had gotten to meet each of my family members. But more on that later I think. Watching Trunks fight to stay with me only made my pulse rate worse, but then soon something weird happened. The more Trunks stayed with me, the more comfortable I got with him and the more used to the words he was saying to me that I got. I began to connect with him more as he did things like read to me and talk to me. And although I couldn't talk back, I felt like he was getting closer to me too. Why else would he have fought his mom to stay with me?

Dr. Bulma thinks it is a miracle that my pulse rate just seemed to have fixed itself. A problem that came out of the blue, disappeared back into thin air where it had come from in the first place. Although, I thought I heard her whispering to one of the nurses late one night that she thought it couldn't be a coincidence that Trunks staying with me more often seemed to have calmed me down. She's right, it wasn't. Trunks had became a big part of my life now and I couldn't imagine what my pathetic little coma life would be like if Trunks didn't keep coming back to visit me. I sighed inwardly because I realized that Trunks will stop coming back. He is only seeing me to fulfill his community service hours and then he's going to drop me like a hot potato. Oh well. I think I'll try to enjoy it while it lasts then.