save me

thirteen

i was awoken by the sound of someone saying my name repeatedly and by how annoying the voice sounded i knew it could be no one other than the drummer. 

''fred! freddie! freddie for fuck's sake!'' 

it was only when i felt his hands start to shake my shoulders that i finally decided to open my eyes and sure enough, it was the blond boy's face in front of me.

''oh finally, for a second i thought you were in a coma too,'' he said, letting go of me. coma? i gasped when all the memories of what happened to john flooded back as i completely awoke. 

''what happened? why did you wake me up? is he okay?'' i asked, my eyes darting around frantically.

''just come with me, quick.'' i felt his arm hoisting me up as we hurried to the slightly open door of 139. 

i opened my mouth to say something but closed it right after. something had to have happened and i just had to know what it was. there was no time for questions. i waited patiently as roger opened the door to the room slowly. 

the same nurse from before rushed up to me.

''thank god. we have a feeling he might wake up and we need you to help him stay awake,'' she said quickly.

my eyes widened at the statement as i nodded and quickly walked over to the bed, sitting down on the chair. i hesitated before reaching for john's hand, not caring about any looks i might receive. john's life was at stake and i was going to do everything in my power to help him wake up. i intertwined our fingers, squeezing his hand slightly. 

''deaky? it's me again, fred. i have a feeling you can hear me honey. can you try to open your eyes for me? just try, please.'' i said, practically begging. he had to be okay, he had to wake up. i had already gone through about 12 hours without him and i couldn't bear to be apart from him any longer. 

not caring at all about the people around us i leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek, a tear escaping my eye at how hopeless the situation seemed. i closed my eyes, sighing and whispering into john's ear.

''i love you. so so much. please wake up,'' i murmured, sniffing. 

just when i was about to pull away, i heard a soft voice that i hadn't heard in way too long.

''f-fred..?'' john mumbled, his eyes opening slowly.

i gasped, pulling away slightly and staring at his slightly droopy but open greenish-grey eyes in surprise. john tried to sit up slightly, but i stopped him with a hand on his chest.

''not yet baby, the doctor still has to run some tests,'' i told him, wiping my cheeks from the tears of happiness. 

''c-can you s-stay?'' he asked slowly, bringing his hand up to my cheek.

''can i?'' i asked, turning to the nurse who gave me a nod.

''how about a deal? you stay awake and i'll stay by your side,'' i offered hopefully.

''o-okay,'' john replied, his wide eyes full of fright and confusion as he looked around the room.

after that, the doctor asked me to move away to let them do the work, so i sat by the wall, keeping my hand on top of john's throughout the whole thing. i couldn't believe he was really okay...he had been awake for around half an hour already and the doctor assured me that he definitely wouldn't slip back into a coma. he was okay, everything would be okay.

i smiled as i looked at our intertwined hands. john was sitting up now, drinking a glass of water. his paleness was gradually disappearing and i couldn't be happier. 

suddenly i felt a tap on my shoulder. i turned around, seeing the nurse that had originally let me see john gesturing for me to come with her. i turned back to john, bringing his hand up and kissing his knuckle gently.

''i'll be right back, okay?'' i told him, earning a nod in response. 

i got up from the chair, letting the nurse lead me into the hallway, closing the door behind us.

''i just wanted to explain a few things to you if that's alright?'' she asked, looking through the papers in her hands.

''of course,'' i replied, looking at her, having no idea as to what this was about.

''well, the thing is...you probably know but john's extremely underweight...that's mostly the reason for the coma,'' she explained slowly. 

''w-what do you mean?'' i asked, blinking at her in confusion.

''well you see...if a bigger person lost the same amount of blood as he did, they wouldn't face such serious consequences. they definitely wouldn't fall in a coma.''

that made sense and deep down i knew his rapid weight loss was the cause of this but at that moment i just didn't want to believe it. 

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a/n: No_one_should_know you own me a drawing of john okay bye