Lovino watched the unconscious Spaniard nervously, wishing he'd just wake up already. He couldn't help but think this was all his fault. If he hadn't been in the car with Antonio then, maybe Antonio wouldn't have been distracted from the road in front of him, then he would have seen the car coming. Maybe then Antonio wouldn't have been stupid enough to try to save the Italian once the vehicles had collided. Yes, it would have been all Lovino's fault, especially if the older man never woke up.
The Italian sighed and reached out for Antonio's hand, holding it tightly for a while, having some idiotic idea that maybe Antonio would be able to feel him holding his hand and would wake up, or squeeze his hand back, or maybe even smile just a little. Of course, nothing happened. "Damn bastard…." He mumbled sighing. "They said you'd wake up a long time ago, so what's taking you so long?" He asked, not expecting an answer. "The doctors said you'd wake up in a week…" He continued "It's been a fucking month… Why are you still asleep?" he asked, feeling tears begin to brim at his eyes.
Antonio smiled brightly and held Lovino's hand, bringing it up to his lips and pecking his little Italian's hand lightly. Lovino smiled back and wrapped his arms around Antonio. The Spaniard frowned a little as Lovino hugged him, upset that he couldn't quiet feel it. He could see the Italian hugging him, but he couldn't feel the warmth that was supposed to be there or even the feel of arms around him. "Lovi?" He asked, pulling away and looking at him. Lovino had hugged him and being so lovely for some time, now was the first time though that he began to notice, Lovino's touches had no warmth to them, no feeling even. Lovino pulled away and looked hurt "Did I do something wrong?" His lips moved to the words and Antonio knew what he was saying, although no real sound left his lips
"Lovino?" he asked, frowning as he reached out to touch the Italian, only to realize, he was touching nothing but air. "Lovino" He repeated, grabbing the Italian's face. Lovino's eyes widened. "A-Antonio, stop" he said, Antonio could tell he was scared, but he didn't stop. This wasn't Lovino, it couldn't be. This man was made of nothing but air, he wasn't a real human. This Lovino didn't cuss at him or call him a bastard either. He pushed the other man away. It wasn't Lovino.
"Damn bastard…." Lovino muttered, making Antonio look up at him with hope. There was sound to his voice. Antonio smiled brightly, but then frowned in confusion as he felt something tightening around his hand. He looked at his hand and studied it closely. Something was around it, but he couldn't tell what was going on. "What's going on…?" he asked more to himself than the Italian "They said you'd wake up a long time ago, so what's taking you so long?" The Italian asked, frowning. Antonio still looked confused "I-I am awake, Lovi. What do you mean, what's taking me so long?" he asked confused. He grabbed Lovino's hand and squeezed it. "I'm here." He said softly, wanting Lovino to feel better and stop speaking nonsense.
"The doctors said you'd wake up in a week…." He continued, looking down as tears began to fall down his face. "It's been a fucking month… Why are you still asleep?" The Italian continued as a tear fell from his eye. Antonio felt something wet land on his arm but didn't see anything. He sighed. "Lovi" he said softly, wiping the tears away, only to realize he was touching air instead of skin again "Please don't cry… I'm not asleep" He said, trying to get him to listen.
"Lovi…" he pleaded, wanting to get his Italian's attention.
Lovino's eyes widened as he heard Spaniard's voice "A-Antonio?" He asked, holding his hand tighter and nearly bursting with excitement when he felt Antonio squeeze back weakly "Please come back to me" he pleaded, knowing the Spaniard could hear him again. "I-I need you" He admitted, wiping away his own tears along with a few that had fallen on Antonio's wrist.
"Si Lovi..." He sighed "It's me, Antonio" He promised, kissing away the Italian's tears "I-I need you" The Italian continued, making Antonio's heart break just a little that he wasn't able to help his love.
Lovino looked up at him and began to leave. He didn't get up and walk away, but simply, disappeared from his view slowly "L-Lovi?" He asked, scared as Lovino was pulled away from him "Lovino! Come back!" He pleaded, getting up and trying to run after the Italian. Brightness flooded his vision and he closed his eyes tightly, hoping to god this blinding white light didn't mark his end. He had to see Lovino again, he couldn't leave him.
Hey… Since I felt my last story sucked ass and was probably one of the worst out there, I deleted it and started this one (Which I won't allow myself to delete.) So, I'm not too great at titles, so sorry this one is terrible. Any tips on writing will be appreciated don't be afraid to tell me I'm terrible at it, or that I'm confusing. The words in Italics are whats going on in Antonio's mind. Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you liked it!