((Author's note: This made me cry)) ((And for those who might wanna rp about the reader waking up, you don't have to. I'll make a part two where the reader wakes up, so no worries.))

Coma. How terrible was a coma? It was just laying on the bed, unconscious, unaware… It was horrible.

And YOU were in a coma.

Mikey sat next to your bed, kneeling on the floor. It’s been a week. God, who knew when you would wake up? Tomorrow? After a few days? Weeks? Months? YEARS? Mikey wasn't ready. Mikey wasn't ready to lose you for how long. When the team first brought you from the battle, they thought you just passed out for a moment. Then a day passed. And two. And it turned out, you had fallen into a coma.

So now he was hugging your limp arm, hearing only the beeping machines instead of your beautiful voice. But still, he loved to act like he was still talking to you.

“Hey, peanut.” he spoke softly. “You’ll never believe what I did today…”