Star Trek Imagines (Reader-Inserts) Part Two

DS9. Weyoun - "Please wake up."

Weyoun took the dead flowers out of the vase next to your bio-bed and replaced them with a fresh set. His jaw was tight as he looked down at you. Your skin was dull and the veins on your eyelids stood out more than normal. You looked otherwise peaceful. Like you were just sleeping.

But you weren't. You had been in a coma for over a week. While on an away mission, your console in the runabout had overloaded and shocked you with an intense energy burst. Your nervous system had gone into shock and the only way to save your life was for Doctor Bashir to put you into an induced coma to let your body heal.

Weyoun visited you every day for as long as possible. He brought you flowers, read you your favourite books, and played you your favourite songs. He also talked to you about life on the station and updated you on anything new that had happened since the accident.

He put the dead flowers onto the table beside your bed and sat next to you. He gingerly took your hand in his and brought your knuckles to his lips. He shut his eyes and he kissed your hand, praying to anyone that could hear him to wake you up.

"Y/N," Weyoun said, licking at his dry lips. "I don't know if you can hear me or not. I hope you can. I hope my voice guides you back to this world. I hope you use my voice as a beacon and use it to find your way back."

His eyes flicked to your vitals. At least they were stable. They had been for a few days now, but Bashir had told Weyoun that your body needed more time to heal before it woke up. If you woke up too early, you could have brain damage.

"Please wake up," Weyoun mumbled, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles gently. "I miss you so much. I never thought I could miss anyone as much as I miss you right now. You're my rock, Y/N. You're my everything. Without you, I... I feel lost. I feel like I'm wandering around in a haze, not knowing how to live."

He watched your face closely for any sign that you could hear him.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you," he said, voice cracking as tears welled in his eyes. "I'm so sorry you got hurt. I'm so sorry I can't help make you better."

Weyoun lowered his head and his shoulders began to shake as he cried. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks and onto his lap.

He didn't know how long he'd cried for. His throat was tight and his eyes were tired, so he assumed it had been a while.

When you made a soft noise, he thought he imagined it.

Then, he saw your eyelids flickering and his heart lodged in his throat. "Doctor Bashir!" he yelled, moving closer to you. "Y/N? My dear, can you hear me?"

Your eyes opened into small slits and you tried to take in your surroundings. The light, though dimmed, was hard on your eyes. You kept them squinted as your mind brushed away the cobwebs that had grown in it.

"Y/N?" Weyoun asked again, voice soft.

Doctor Bashir appeared by your side, tricorder in his hand. "Y/N, can you hear us?"

You nodded slightly, gaze moving to him. You swallowed hard, throat feeling as dry as sand.

Weyoun let out a sharp exhale. "My love, you're awake."

You looked to him, a faint smile on your lips. "Hi," you rasped.

"How are you feeling?" Bashir asked.

"Groggy," you replied and swallowed. "Can I have some water?"

Weyoun nodded and let your hand go before he went to the replicator. He came back with a glass of cold water with a straw in it. He and Bashir helped you sit up and Weyoun held the straw to your lips.

You drank greedily, letting the cold liquid coat your throat.

"You're going to need to rest for at least another week," Bashir told you. "You're healing nicely, though. You can go home to your quarters at the end of the day, but I'll need to see you twice a day for the next week to ensure your nervous system continues to heal properly."

You nodded slightly. "Thank you."

He dipped his head and checked your vitals one last time before letting you and Weyoun be alone.

"I can't tell you how relieved I am," Weyoun murmured, reaching over to stroke your cheek gently.

You smiled tiredly. "I heard you, you know."

Weyoun's brow furrowed.

"I heard you talking to me," you clarified. "Not all the time, but I heard bits and pieces. It was soothing to hear your voice."

Weyoun kissed your forehead, lips trembling slightly. "It was the only thing I could do to remain sane."

You took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Thank you for staying by my side through all of this. I know it must have been."

"I'll never leave your side, my dear."

You smiled and lay back onto the pillow. "Can you hold me for a while?"

"Of course." Weyoun quickly, but carefully climbed into the bed next to you. He lay on his side behind you, wrapping an arm around your torso loosely.

You held onto his arm and sighed.

Weyoun kissed your shoulder, thanking every God that was out there for bringing you back to him.