"Person A has been in an accident, and is in a coma for days/weeks/however long you want. One day, Person B visits A and brings potted flowers for a 'get well soon' present. Every day, B stops by A's room to water the flowers and strike up a one-sided conversation with A, even though B knows A can't hear them. Each visit, B starts sounding sweeter and sweeter, and at some point, apologizes to A for not treating them better when they were still conscious. This would be when A wakes up and smiles at B. Turns out, they heard everything B said while they were in the coma."
So this prompt is just beautiful, thank you so much to the person who left this one for me to write! I've decided Max will be in a coma and Zoe will be visiting. It is set in the present, exactly where the show is currently.
I've decided to write it a bit differently and update every other day or so. It will be about ten chapters long with each chapter super short and representing a different Zoe visit. Hope you enjoy this!
Araliae xx
Coma Confessions
Zoe stood in shock at the door to Max's side room. She couldn't get used to seeing him like this. So still. Unmoving. It chilled her to the bone. His pale face haunted her in her sleep and distracted her in the day. It wouldn't leave her. She doubted it ever would.
Carefully, she edged into the room, not wanting to make any noise even though she wouldn't wake him. However much she wanted to. She wanted to rip all the wires and tubes out of him and hold him to her, in a comforting and warm embrace that would heal the both of them. It was slowly killing her, the powerlessness.
She placed a potted plant on his bedside table. It was green and leafy, she knew he wouldn't want flowers. She didn't know it's name and, now, she wanted to. Desperately.
"Don't know the name of the plant Max. Of course I don't, you know me," Zoe chuckled to herself, a hollow, empty chuckle that could never replace Max's own, "I just thought it might be some company. I don't know what I thought. Anyway."
Zoe took a deep breath in and went to reach for Max's hand. She stopped about an inch away as she realised that she couldn't just do that anymore. She couldn't just touch his hand, cry over his condition, hold him when she wanted to. She may have been his wife but she had no rights. Her hand dropped, lifeless, just millimetres away.
"Bye then," she whispered quickly, hurrying out of the room before the tears began to fall.
