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So, for the first time in fucking years, I cried.
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Blue, you have to wake up.
Hayes’s voice was fading in and out as I desperately tried to cling on to it. He sounded so close, yet so far away as more muffled words of his appeared.
Was I dreaming?
Was I dead?
Where the hell was I?
Everything was so dark. Like I was stuck in the deepest, darkest pit with no direction or way of getting out. All I had were voices.
First Hayes.
Come on, baby. I need you to open your eyes.
Then Mal.
Doe, if you can hear me, please wake up. I… I can’t… I can’t lose you.
My heart clenched painfully at the desperation in both their tones. It was as if I was further sinking into a state of no return and all the hope that I had was in the voices of two men who simultaneously held a piece of my heart.
Doe, I love you, so fucking much, don’t leave me.
I hopelessly reached out in the direction of Mal. Needing him to know that I wasn’t leaving, that I was right here.
He needs you, Blue.
Then suddenly, as if something inside was telling me to try to open my eyes one last time, I finally did. At first, nothing had happened but on another attempt, my eyelids fluttered. They wobbled until every ounce of my strength was used to open my eyes and that was when finally, a sliver of light appeared.
Sunlight.
My heart climbed at the realization that I was finally waking up.
That I was alive and with the thought of Mal on my mind, my eyes had begun to open.
Slowly.
I tried adjusting them gradually but every time I tried to fully open them, I was blasted with the sunlight that was pouring in. It was all too much. The pain, the confusion, but then suddenly as if someone knew I was struggling to awake, the light slowly dissipated until finally I could open them.
Everything was a blob of haziness. Blurry and unfocused, I blinked a few times before realizing what my surroundings were.
A hospital.
More specifically, I was in a hospital bed.
Oh god…
Panic had swept through me and immediately my eyes had sought out the one person who had to witness everything.
And he was right there. Beside me sitting in a chair with his large hands clutching onto the armrests while his cold, obsidian eyes watched me. He looked like a broken man with heavy bags under his eyes and a hundred-yard stare that tore at my heartstrings.
“What… What happened?” I asked through a dry, sore throat.
