You're Not So Perfect//Daniel Seavey fanfiction

Chapter 13- Tears

*Y/n's POV* 

"Good morning Daniel!" You say and walk over to the chair beside his bed.  

A doctor comes in shortly and monitors his heart rate, clipboard in hand. 

A nurse comes in and switches out Daniel's IV.  

"When will he wake up?" You ask. 

The doctor sighs and rubs his forehead. 

"I don't know.. It's really hard to tell. The average coma can last anywhere from several days to several weeks. But this... this is strange. He's been out for almost three months and his heart rate is still steady. We expected him to wake up months ago. At this point, we're just trying to keep him alive."

Your heart sinks and you lean back in the chair. 

You try not to think too much about what he just said and reach for Daniel's hand. 

The doctor and nurse leave and it's just you two left. 

"The doc tells me I'm supposed to talk to you." You laugh and tell Daniel. 

*Daniel's POV* 

There's nothing I want more thank for me to be able to reply. 

I just want to talk to you all day long, I want to make you laugh. 

"You know I love you, right?" She says. 

I want to nod my head and say "I know." 

For the first time in what feels like years, I feel water in my eyes. 

Tears. 

I feel a single tear slide down my cheek. 

I almost forget I'm in a coma. 

Finally. 

"Wha-?" I hear Y/n say from beside me. 

"Oh my-!" she leans over me. 

"He's-your-!" I sense her presence rush out of the room, yelling. 

"Dr. Allred! Docter! He's awake! HE'S AWAKE!" 

I want to laugh, but all I can do is cry. Tears upon tears flow from my eyes. 

Within seconds I feel people all around me. 

I imagine them looking at me, in a circle around my bed, watching me cry. 

"He's crying." I hear someone say. 

It's silent until I hear someone else enter the room, my mother. 

I can sense when it's her. 

The energy she radiates is like a warm, huge hug. 

It takes me home. 

It envelopes me and makes me happy. 

It gives me life. 

"Oh my! My baby! My sweet, sweet baby!" She's also crying. 

I feel her make her way over to me and I smell her scent: maple and vanilla. 

It smells like a candle. 

She hugs me and I breathe her in. 

More tears. 

I feel her shirt getting wet from my eyes and I want to apologize, but I can't. 

I want to stay here forever. 

In the safeness of her arms. 

"Mom!" I want to cry out. 

"I love you Mom." 

I want her to say: "I love you too baby." 

But I can't. My voice seems nonexistent and I can't stop crying. 

*Zach's POV*

"What?" I say. 

Jonah looks over my shoulder at the screen of the phone. 

"You forgot to end the live?" He whispers. 

"You idiot! How could you be so careless?" He continues. 

"I'm sorry!" I say, panic arising quickly in me. "I didn't mean to! I thought I pressed it, really!" 

He looks so mad. 

"What is it?" Corbyn asks. 

Jonah leans over and whispers to him. 

Corbyn shoots me the nastiest look I've ever seen from him. 

"What? How- could- you- forget!" He says through gritted teeth. 

The phone in my hands is already buzzing with dm's from fans. 

what are you guys talking about?? 

Is Daniel okay? 

Did one of you guys hurt him? 

I knew something was off!? 

WHERE'S DANI? 

is daniel like dead or something?  

what do u mean u hate lying to us??

Jonah snatches the phone from my hands. 

"Guys, calm down! Nothing is wrong with Daniel. He's going to be okay, he's just a little sick that's all, okay? Everything's fine." He says. 

"Yea. He's fine, no need to worry!" Corbyn says and gives a reassuring smile to the camera. 

"We love you guys, everything fine! We gotta go though, so catcha later! Love you!" Jonah ends the live for real now and throws the phone on the couch. 

"Guys- I'm so sorr-" I start but stop. 

"Just stop okay? You gotta be more careful man. You got to." Jonah says and grabs me by my shoulders. 

"No more lives, no more posting on social media okay?" He says. "That goes for all of us." He looks around the room. 

"But, won't that make them even more worried?" Jack asks. 

Jonah sighs and sits down. 

He puts his head in his hands and his shoulders start shaking. 

It takes me a minute to realize that he's crying. 

Corbyn puts his hand on Jonah's shoulders from behind the couch. 

"It'll be okay."