More than Friends (Neymar Jr. Fanfic)

Chapter 15: Losing It

I expected a miraculous bright flash of light, or the gates of heaven to open up and a line of angels to wait for my arrival. Hell, if anything, I was at least looking forward to haunt the shit out of people.

Instead, my ears were filled with the incessant nagging of random people; "Wake up, Rosa," "We need you Rosa."

I only recognized some of the voices, the others were completely unfamiliar to me. And while I could here what was going on around me, I was unable to place where I was and why it was so dark. Eventually, everyone's voices started to blur together, my brain unable to process what people were saying. I could feel the needle they were using to inject fluids into my system on my left arm, I could also feel the steady pattern of someone tracing letters on my arm.

It frustrated me that I couldn't move or speak or take that damn needle from my vein, but my body remained still, almost as if someone had frozen me in place. My brain wasn't responding to anything I was responding it to do, no matter how hard I tried.
If this is what death was supposed to feel like, then to hell with it. I'm not spending an eternity hearing maggots eat away at my un-moisturized skin.

Thinking of that made me want to vomit; that is if I could.

"One, two, three!" My body jolted upward, sending a wave of energy to convulse throughout my body. There was the sound of the shuffling of feet, someone pressing their fingers against my wrist, and the electric currents rocked me once more.

Maybe I was dead, I was just in purgatory. But isn't my soul supposed to leave my body or something?

Wait a minute- what the hell would I be doing in purgatory anyway? I'm not that bad of a person, at least based on what my memory was telling me. As a matter of fact I should be partying in heaven right now; did I do something that bad?

There long steady sound of a beep, and all the shuffling, the voices, and the machine noises stopped.

What's wrong?

"Pick it up!" Someone ordered. I felt my body began to violently shake; whatever these people were doing to me was waking up every nerve in my body. My breathing steadied, and for the first time; I stopped listening to my own voice and focused on the voice from before.

"I need you Rosa."
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"Marianna Larissa Cruz, you are literally crushing my rib cage," I blurted out, gasping for air. I knew my baby sister was strong, but I didn't think she had the strength to crush me in half. She was sitting on top of my legs, arms wrapped all the way around me. After what felt like an eternity, she released me and held me by my shoulders. I slapped her hands away.

"Watch it, Princesa. That shoulder's gonna be bruised for a while," I smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I gently rubbed the spot that she hit and grimaced in pain. Everything hurt from my head all the way down to feet. I already knew how bad the damage was; the doctors said it was a miracle that I even survived.

"You must have and Angel looking our for you," one of the nurses said as she reapplied the bandages on my arm. "It must be that futbolista that was visiting you before we had to rush in." She winked at me then walked away, while I watched her in utter confusion. Surely she was talking about Adrianno, right? But something about that mischievous grin on her face had nothing to do with brotherly intent.

Memories of the crash came back to me in fashes; the only thing I remembered was speeding down the hallway then blacking out. I don't even remember why I was stupid enough to be driving above the limit in the first place.

Marianna stared at me directly in my eyes for a few moments, unable to break contact. It was a blessing to see her adorable face again, as a matter of fact it was a Blessing to even be breathing right now. After I woke up, the doctor told me that I had a long journey and had to rest for a few days. Mari and Adrianno wouldn't take no for an amswer; they bombarded through security when they found out I was alive.