ℒ𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈

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Brace yourselves pls.

2 months later.. | Mercy Hospital

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"Please wake up bubba.. I'm here and I'm waiting for you." I mumbled to myself as I held his tiny small hand in my own.

His lifeless body laid there on the hospital bed. I watched intensely as his chest moved up and down. The machine beeping slowly every 6 seconds. Yes I know I've been counting. But hey, when you've been sitting in the same spot for so long you start to notice the little things.

"I have your favorite toys here.. your Spider-Man and I-I even have your favorite books." I said giving a small laugh before the smile on my face quickly faded away.

This is now what my days consisted of.. I'd go home, sometimes. Then I'd come right back here to sit with Armani and wait for him to wake up. I'm no longer going to school, I'm now doing on line classes. I mean after this all happened I tried but I just couldn't focus to do well enough in my classes. I'm still working when I can, thankfully I have money put aside for emergencies, so when I can't I don't have to worry about how any bills will get paid.

It's really hard and stressful here without my baby. It's been so long without being able to hear his little voice or see his bright smile.

I can't lie. I feel dead inside, and I'm trying with all my might to hold on to any sanity that I have left in me but god-I don't know how much more of this I can take.

"Here darling, I know you said you didn't want anything, but you have to eat." I heard my mom say making me glance up from Armani.

Yes, I know what you all are probably thinking right now. But my mom and I are currently working things out, or trying to. Trust me I was on the fence about letting her anywhere near me or my son ever again.

But after a month of him being here and not waking up. I figured why not put our differences aside and call her. I mean no matter what he is still her grandson and she deserves to see him.

"Thanks." I mumbled taking the bag from her hands placing it down on the table beside me.

I just had no appetite and I haven't had one in a while now. Everyone that comes to see Armani says that they can tell I haven't been eating but I think it's just stress.

"Armani is a fighter." My mom said making me glance back at her for the second time.

"I know he is. But even sometimes the best of fighters have to give up."

Is it bad that I've sort of come to terms that he may not be waking up at all? I mean he is my son, and I would never wish anything so horrible to happen. But what else am I to think?

"Come on Y/N, don't think like that."

"How can I not mom, huh? He's been out and away from me for two months now, he's a baby and his tiny body and heart can't handle all of this." I snapped turning to look at her.

She gave me a look of sadness and grabbed my hand.

"God I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's just- I want my baby back, I don't like him being away from me." I cried.