After a tragic accident Y/N experienced early on in his career, he has to build himself back to become a better version of himself. What if life throws obstacles in his way? Will Y/N be able to overcome them?
This story will follow Y/N and his journ...
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In the hushed, sterile hospital room, the soft hum of machinery was the only sound that had accompanied Y/N's restless slumber for what felt like an eternity.
His mother, Martha, and his grandfather, L/N, had been steadfast sentinels at his side for nearly two years now. This prolonged ordeal had taken an unbearable toll on Martha, her strength tested like never before.
As Y/N lay in that hospital bed, seemingly frozen in time, Martha couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She leaned closer, her voice quivering with a mix of desperation and love, "My boy, please, open your eyes. I can't take this anymore."
Grandpa L/N, a pillar of support for Martha throughout this arduous journey, tried to console her. His eyes, too, were heavy with concern, and his heart ached for his grandson. Y/N had been the center of their universe, and watching him in this state was a torment they could hardly bear.
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Then, a glimmer of hope stirred in that quiet room. Y/N began to stir. His eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked against the harsh hospital lights. It took a moment for his groggy mind to comprehend where he was.
The room seemed to hold its breath as Y/N's eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He noticed the wires and tubes attached to him, their presence unsettling. Panic washed over him, and he tried to remove them, his movements frantic. Martha, with tears streaming down her face, rushed to his side, her soothing words an attempt to calm her disoriented son.
"Y/N, my boy, calm down. It's me, your mother," she said, her voice filled with worry.
Y/N, though still bewildered, stopped struggling with the wires, and a flicker of recognition crossed his face. But before he could say a word, his eyes widened in fear, and he collapsed back onto the bed, unconscious.
The sudden turn of events prompted Martha to call for the doctors. They rushed into the room and took control of the situation, ordering Y/N's family to step outside.
In the hallway outside the room, Martha's anxiety was palpable. She clung to her father, her eyes a mirror reflecting fear and uncertainty.
Grandpa L/N, ever the voice of reason, gently urged her, "Martha, let's grab some lunch and give the doctors some time to work. We'll be right here waiting for news."
Three agonizing hours later,
Y/N's eyes fluttered open once again. He felt disoriented, his surroundings unfamiliar. Confusion clouded his gaze, and he began to speak hesitantly, "Where the hell am I?"
The room was silent for a moment until Y/N's mother, tears welling in her eyes, responded with a quivering voice, "your awake ?"Y/N turned his gaze to see his mother by his bedside, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and anguish. Without a word, she rushed to his side, her voice quivering as she held back her sobs. But her relief was tinged with the anger, frustration, and heartache that had built up over the years. She had borne the weight of raising Y/N alone, witnessing his self-destruction, and fearing for his life.
With a trembling hand, Martha couldn't help but let her frustration explode. She slapped Y/N gently, the sound resonating in the small room. It was a slap borne not out of anger but out of the deep, consuming love and fear she felt for her son. It was a desperate plea for him to wake up not just from his coma but from the darkness that had engulfed him.Y/N, initially shocked, quickly gathered his senses and said, "Mom?" as tears welled up in his eye
Y/N's eyes filled with tears as he recoiled from the slap, his heart aching with the pain he had inflicted on his mother. And then, as if a dam had burst, he began to cry. Sobs wracked his body as he clung to Martha, finally understanding the depths of his actions and the pain he had caused.
With the doctor's entrance into the room, their arrival was marked by the beeping of machines and the rustling of medical charts. Y/N, though awake, remained on edge, anxiety dancing in his eyes as he observed the flurry of activity.
The doctor, a figure of authority in their white coat, stepped forward, their tone gentle yet somber, "Do you know what happened?"
Y/N, his memory still muddled by the haze of his ordeal, replied cautiously, "I think I can understand the gist of it, but my memory is a bit blurry."
A heavy pause hung in the air as the doctor posed a question that sent shockwaves through the room, "What year do you think this is?"
Y/N, unaware of the staggering truth, responded without hesitation, "2008."
The doctor exchanged a grave glance with Martha and L/N, who stood nearby, their faces etched with disbelief and sorrow. It was a moment where the gravity of the situation began to sink in, a realization that the world had moved on while Y/N had been trapped in a two-year-long slumber.
Finally, the doctor mustered the strength to convey the stark reality to the young man, "You have been in a coma for around two years. It's now 2010. You were found unconscious in your apartment, having suffered a drug overdose. You will need to undergo rehabilitation."
Y/N's face paled as the truth of his lost years enveloped him. The weight of his actions bore down on him, and he nodded in understanding, his voice tinged with regret, "I understand, doctor."
As the doctors left the room, Y/N turned to face the two pillars of support in his life, his mother and his grandfather. Their eyes held a mixture of relief, forgiveness, and unwavering love.
Breaking the silence, Y/N's voice trembled with emotion, "I am so sorry. I put you through this. You told me again and again, but I didn't listen. I am sorry."
Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke, and without a word, Martha enveloped him in a tight embrace, her love and forgiveness communicated through the warmth of her embrace. Beside them, Grandpa L/N offered a silent nod, a gesture that spoke volumes, understanding that their reunion and Y/N's awakening were the first steps on a path to recovery and redemption.
The room was filled with the raw, unspoken emotions of a family torn apart by addiction but united in their determination to heal and rebuild their lives together. They spent the afternoon reconnecting, with tears, laughter, and shared memories, as they embarked on the difficult but hopeful journey ahead. as the doctors left the family to reunite.
