Fun fact! I'm sick today (again) so I have time to write this!! Based off of a conversation Jazzy and I had not too long ago. I can also write a thing about the conversation Fabian and Willow had, that is if you want.
Evan stared at her for a second before bursting into tears and embracing her in a warm hug.
"Evan? What's wrong??" Willow asks, gently hugging back.
Evan just cried into her shoulder. "I'll tell you when CB gets back..."
Willow lowers her head, leaning on Evan, giving him a sympathetic look. She glanced around, looking at all the hospital staff, "Evan? Wha... where am I? How did I get here?"
Evan shook his head, tears still streaming down his face, his stupid signature grin plastered on his face.
Willow laughed, making a comment about how stupid he looked. Oh, how Evan missed those phrases.
<Hey I have the foo-> CB stared at Willow, dropping everything. CB dropped to his knees and started to cry. He shook his head, jumping onto Willow and Evan.
She laughed and pulled CB close to her, touching his forehead with hers. She gently kissed his forehead and chuckled to herself. "Seriously, what's wrong??"
Evan glanced at CB as he sat at the edge of the bed. CB followed suit as Evan started to explain everything. About the surgery, how it worked but she went into a comma. How that was four years ago... Willow did her best to keep a straight face silently following along with the conversation before there was a long pause.
"Oh... so it's been four years...?" Willow shifted fiddling with the bed sheets. "So... what happened when I was gone? Can... can I see my dad?"
CB nods, saying he had been notified and would be here soon. When Fabian did arrive Evan and CB stepped out to give them some privacy. There not exactly sure what happened, or what was said, but there was a lot of crying and hugging.
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It had been a few weeks since Willow had woken up, and she could go home with Evan and CB. The doctors said something about her body still being too weak for much activity, but that was fine. She was never active anyway. Willow was put in a wheelchair and rolled out of the hospital, dozing off a bit.
The next few weeks Evan had to drag Willow around on his back because CB would fall on his face within three seconds. She was always so tired... it started to worry him. More often than not she went to bed after CB and Evan, and he's starting to doubt she even went to bed at all. Sometimes when he would get up in the middle of the night he would see Willow looking out the window. It bothered him. This wasn't healthy. It wasn't good for her.
"Hey Willow! I'm heading..." Evan paused. Willow was on the couch huddled up in a blanket. "Hey CB!?"
<Yah?> CB peeked into the living room.
"Is Willow sleeping?"
CB shrugged, making a small humming sound.
"Hey Willow?" Evan said, touching her arm lightly. Usually, she jerked away, but not today. "Willow?" Evan said frantically.
And then he panics. Evan's running around the house, looking for a phone even tough threes one in his pocket, CB is on the couch yelling 'SHE STILL HAS A PULS RELAX!' even though he's dying inside.
Willow groans, shifting herself to bury her face in the cushions. "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP! If you touch me one more time I'll kill you..."
