“Crap, crap, crap…I didn’t mean to—I didn’t mean it…” Xyx sat with his head in his hands, right by your hospital bed. He really didn’t mean to. But he crashed his motorcycle. He only wanted to take you riding on it. After meeting you in the server, chatting with you online and video calls and finally, finally meeting up. He opened up to you, you were the only one who made him feel this way and it scared him. Scared him to be so open and vulnerable without any of the joking. He glanced down at the golden ring on his left hand, sitting snugly on his finger and could’ve sworn he was close to tears.

The two of you were riding, some car swerving out of nowhere and Xyx veering off the road. After crashing the motorcycle, the two of you were rushed to the hospital. You were in far worse condition then him and against any doctors orders, he rushed to your side and stayed there. It had already been a few days and you still hadn’t woken up. The others in the server already knew what happened, their support was there but for Xyx it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough because he blamed himself.

He made a slight surprised noise as he felt Cat rubbing against his hand. He was glad he was allowed to bring Cat into the hospital, having the familiarity with him and that you’d like to see Cat when you awoke. If you ever did.

A slight smile made its way onto his face, letting out a little huff and patting Cat’s head, “Thanks. Guess I didn’t mess one thing up.” He swiped at his eyes quickly, “No time to be crying.” He felt pathetic. Like a loser. He wanted to do more for you.

He slipped your hand into your limp one, squeezing it. “Wake up, doll. Please wake up. I promise I won’t tease you as often anymore. I swear on it.” His thumb rubbed at the back of your hand as his head hung low. He probably looked like crap. He felt like crap. He just wanted you to hear him. For you to wake up. He’d apologize over and over again. He’d never ride that stupid motorcycle again. He let out a laugh, although it broke.