𝑬𝑼𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔]

amnesia pt. 1 | xanskies

ship: xankies
requested: no
notes: i think my depression is getting worse

in which diego gets in a car accident and loses his memory

kimetrius's pov

i got up early in the morning. today was me and diego's one year anniversary and i wanted to do something special for him. i was gonna take him shopping all day, then get dinner and take him to see the stars.

i slipped out of bed so i didn't wake him up. i pulled on basketball shorts and a wife beater and headed downstairs. our cat milo looked at me.

"what, nigga?" i whispered. he just hissed at me and walked upstairs to cuddle with diego. part of me hates that furball but he helps diego's anxiety so it's okay. anything for my baby.

i start cooking and i get lost in thinking of him. his green eyes and soft hair that he always hides under that beanie. his plump lips that look so good wrapped around my-

the oven goes off and brings me out of my thoughts. i take out the tray of bacon, and put it on a plate along with pancakes and some fruit. i head back upstairs and open the bedroom door to see diego and milo cuddling. i smile and shake him.

"baby," a groan. "baby, wake up," diego pushes away my hand and rolls over. i take a piece of bacon off of his plate and wave it under his nose. he sniffs a bit, and the takes it into his mouth. i laugh. "ah, he's awake." he smiles at me.

"come here." he says, barely audibly. i come closer to him and he presses a chaste kiss on my nose. "good morning, kim."

"morning baby. here, i made breakfast." i hand him his plate and he immediately sits up and starts eating.

we sit and talk for a bit while watching tv. soon, he finishes eating and puts his plate to the side.

"okay, baby. go shower and get dressed. i got a whole day planned for our anniversary." i pull him in for a kiss and he goes off into the bathroom.

i sit downstairs, waiting for him to hurry his cute ass up so we can go. i hear his footsteps and smile. there's my baby. he's wearing one of my oversized hoodies that i'm 100% sure he stole from me, some jeans and light blue vans. i take his hand and kiss his knuckles. "come, princess." he blushes and follows me to the car.

god, i can't wait to spoil him all day.

•20 minutes later•

we've been driving for about 20 minutes, listening to diego's favorite lo-fi hip-hop radio stations. our hands are linked over the middle console and he's daydreaming, looking out the window.

everything was fine. everything was calm. until a car blindsided us and hit the passenger side. (my brain: don't do it don't do it... me:...OF HIS BEST FRIENDS RIDE, TRYIN TO HOLLA AT ME)

i blacked out

i wake up five minutes later and everything is blurry. i blink slowly to regain my focus, and i wish i hadn't. Diego is passed out beside me and the car is upside down. i don't care about the car though.

"di-diego? diego! baby, wake up!" i shake his shoulder to wake him up. he doesn't, and i panic even more.

i hear sirens and see red and blue flashing lights blinding me. paramedics and EMTs are at my side, trying to pull me out.

"i'm fine, help him! he's hurt, he won't wake up." i say to them over and over. they keep telling me to calm down, but how can i when the love of my life is dying?

i'm being lifted into a stretcher and pulled into an ambulance. my arms hurt, and i can feel some blood running down my head, but all i can think about is diego.

"diego, diego...where is he? where's my baby?" the paramedic shushes me, and puts an oxygen mask over my face. everything goes dark.

•at the hospital•

i wake up to bright lights blinding me, and i groan. where am i?

"mr. foose. hello, i'm dr. andres. you've been in an accident." oh yeah, right. wait... diego? where's diego?

"mr. foose, i'm afraid your boyfriend is in critical condition. he suffered a massive head injury, along with three broken bones, and a collapsed lung. we had to put him in medically induced coma."

coma

coma

coma

diego's in a coma. fuck.

"is...is he gonna wake up?" i wince at how scratchy my voice sounds.

the doctor hands me water. "we're not sure. and if he does, he could have serious brain damage."

my throat goes dry. brain damage? not sure? what if he never wakes up? i need him.

the doctor leaves my room, and i'm alone with my thoughts. i stare up at the white ceiling, my head racing with thoughts. the most common one being....

is he ever gonna wake up?

•time skip•

it's been a few days, and diego still hasn't woken up. i'm starting to lose hope. i'm trying to stay positive, but i'm scared.

suddenly, the door opens and i sit up in just seat. it's dr. andres, and she's smiling.

"kimetrius, i have good news. Diego has just woken up. he's showing signs of responsiveness and if you would like, you can go see him." my heart soared. diego was gonna be okay!

i had recovered a little and was able to walk around. the nurse's had helped me get to his room and i smiled at the sight of my baby. i sat by his bed and grabbed his hand.

"diego," i said softly. "di, baby, can you hear me?"

his eyes flutter open, and he looks at me.

"who are you?"

yayyy im posting! let me know if you want a part two.

okay byeeee

-maya 💙