I would like to make it clear that I have never been in or know anyone that has ever been in a coma, so therefore I don't know what really goes on while in one. So I have taken the liberty to use Wade's coma as an exuse to add in some flashbacks, which are not in any specific order.
Flashbacks are in Italics.
Things in Bold are people saying things while Wade is in his coma.
Enjoy!
"What's with you?" George questioned, before class, watching as his friend slumped down in his desk in the back of the classroom.
"Shove off," Wade mumbled, spinning his pen around his fingers.
"What happened with you two now?" George asked with a sigh.
Wade sent his friend a glare. "Can't you mind your damn business?" Wade asked with a hiss. It was his relationship with his girlfriend, and he didn't need his friends to interfere in his business. Not that him not telling George would do any good, he was pretty certain that his girlfriend was chatting it up with her best friends over the fight they had gotten into last night and that kept going this morning on the way to school. "Who says it has anything to do with Zoe?"
"I can, but as your friend, I want to help you out so we all don't have to put up with your awful mood along with your girlfriend's sullen mood," George retorted. "It's not hard to figure out," he chuckled softly.
"You don't have to put up with anything," he hissed under his breath. "No one is making you do shit."
George didn't get a chance to say anything as the bell rung and their teacher stood in front of them, instructing them to open their history books to start the new unit after taking the test for the last unit the day prior. Wade was thankful for the mild distraction from what his personal life had turned out to be.
He managed to make it through the first half of his school day with his friends leaving him be. He didn't even have Lemon or AB on him for the fight he was still in with his girlfriend and that was odd in itself. She is there. He may not have any classes with her in the morning half of the day, but he has passed her in the hall, and he does have a class with the same teacher before she did. Normally, he would stick around to get a few minutes with her, but today he took off making his way to his next class as soon as possible. And he hated it. He missed her. She was his best friend. Fighting with her always sucked. The longer it dragged on the worse he felt and looked.
Lunch was weird as hell, he always sat by his girlfriend, and even though they were in the middle of a fight, their friends had left their normal seats for them to sit next to each other, feigning innocence.
"Who wants to fill us in?" Lemon asked half through the lunch hour. "Both of you have been pissed, and in a funk since school started and you both refuse to say what happened. We want to help you, now spill," she demanded.
Ignoring their friends, he saw Zoe looking at him from the corner of his eye. "We need to talk after school," she told him. He nodded, turning his head to look at her.
"We can leave right after school," he told her. They did have their last class together and at the start of the semester, they could pick their spots and being best friends and in love with each other, they choose to sit at the same table.
"Seriously?" Lemon asked with a huff, tossing her arms in the air.
"It's personal," Zoe replied.
Hearing those words he smiled on the inside knowing that she didn't run off to tell their friends about what happened. They could handle this themselves, and they didn't need their friends to overreact and play therapist for them.
Lunch resumed close to normal, the frigid air that was surrounding them had seemed to warm some with them agreeing to talk after school.
With their classes next to each other after lunch, they walked to class together. The urge to hold his girlfriend's hand was there and with the way she was keeping her hands busy, he assumed she was feeling the same way.
"I am sorry," he told her, rubbing his neck as they walked the halls.
"You really don't have a reason to be sorry. It is I that am sorry," she told him with a shy smile. "I over reacted about something so silly. I do trust you, Wade, with my whole heart. I would never make you choose between having a family dinner with me and having a brother night with Jesse. I was being a selfish girlfriend and for that I am sorry," she told him sincerely, shooting him a smile.
"You are forgiven," he smiled. "You are not selfish, Zo. We spend so much time together because we like it. We can do nothing but sit in the dark in silence, and we would be happy. I know how important family is to you, and I could have rescheduled with Jesse to spend the night with your family, and I do promise that I will be there next week."
She grinned, pulling him into a hug whispering thank you in his ear, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, entering her classroom. He smiled entering his own class, in a better mood than he had been in all day.
After school, they went to Zoe's place where they talked not only with words but with kisses in between words spoken.
He was back being surrounded by nothingness, in an ever growing hole as he moved forward, sideways and backwards trying to find a way out. His screams for help going unanswered.
"Daddy, Colin is so big." He froze hearing his daughter's voice once more. He couldn't remember the last time he heard her voice, and it was the best damn song in the world to him. "Uncle Jesse showed us pictures saying he looks like you and guess what?" She asked her voice giddy and light. "He does. He's a mini daddy." He could hear the smile in his daughter's voice.
He needed to find a way back to his family, to his wife, his daughter and his son. He couldn't miss out on anything else. One minute he is running and the next he is falling deeper and deeper, not knowing which way is which.
"What was that for?" Zoe asked, a light pink color dusting her cheeks. "The last I knew friends didn't go around kissing each other," she elaborated, seeing the look of confusion on his face.
"I have wanted to kiss you for a long time now. I will admit that I was jealous when you were dating Kaleb," he confessed.
"That was for like two weeks, and we didn't even kiss, not on the lips anyway," she stated, in a state of disbelief at her best friend.
"Still," he stated. "I hated knowing how I felt about you, I had to do something before it was too late. I have liked you for a while now and…" He paused with a sigh. "If I messed our friendship up, I am sorry for that."
"You did no such thing. I have liked you longer than I should have. I was hung up on you thinking you didn't like me as anything more than your best friend, so I went out with Kaleb to get over my feelings for you, but you should know that didn't happen," she told him in a rush, catching her breath.
She didn't see the smirk that crossed his face, before he swept her up in a kiss filled with happiness. Promises of a first date in a few days were made, sending both teens to bed with everlasting smiles on their faces.
"As the older brother, I should have watched your back and seeing you laying here, so helpless; it ruins me to know I couldn't have done anything to save you from this. I'm getting married, but I refuse to do so unless you can be there. You sure do know how to fuck things up, huh?" Jesse chuckled, pulling Wade from the depths of his fall, a soft white glow in the distance. "You need to come back to us, Wade. We all miss you. And so help me if you say a word, I will hurt you more, not that it is a big secret, but I miss you and your wife and daughter miss you and your little boy, the second he can understand what is going on with his daddy, he will miss you. They need you, Wade. You have to come back to us. I am doing my best stepping in to be the father figure they need, but it is not good enough because they need you. Whatever it takes, come back to your family; we can't do this without you."
He was trying to find his way back. Now that there was a light ahead of him, he ran towards it. The light not getting any closer no matter how far he went forward. His brother's words struck something within him, and he needed to get back to his family, all of them.
Running to a light that kept moving away from him was tiring, and he was exhausted, ready to fall over and give up. Would have if he didn't hear his family, feel the pressure of his son lying on top of him. They kept him going. He needed to crawl his way out if need be. He moved forward with each word that was told to him.
He frowned feeling a sensation in his ribs. He wanted to squirm away from the touch. He, however, couldn't get away from it. "What are you doing, sweetie?" The pokes made sense now; they were from his daughter, trying to wake him up. He frowned not hearing a response. "Come here," he heard his wife say.
"I miss daddy." His own heart broke hearing the pain in his daughter's voice, the sobs making it worse for him.
"Me too, baby. Even so, I know your daddy is fighting his way back to us. He will be with us again," his wife whispered. "We just need to be patient. Daddy needs to get better first." He would fight for them, and he would do so by getting to that damn light and getting out of the depth of hell he was locked in.
"When daddy comes home, what should we do first?" It gave him hope knowing that his family had yet to give up on him.
"Picnic?"
"I think daddy would love that very much, sweetie." He wanted to answer that he would very much like that. He would like to do everything when he could go home. "Why don't you tell daddy a story while mommy goes potty." He felt a very welcomed pressure next to him, feeling his daughter curl up to him.
"Once upon a time in a city far away lived the princess who left the prince to live her dreams. The prince let her go, letting his faith guide him that she'd come home to him." The light was within his reach, as he heard his daughter tell the story he told her every night before bed. "The prince climbed the wall to live happily ever after with the true princess."
Finally, he made it to the light, only for the light to fizzle out when he stepped through it, falling into yet another pit of darkness, voices and noises louder around him than before.
"What the heck were you thinking?" His girlfriend yelled, quick to wrap her arms around him, hugging him as tight as she dared with his ribs taped up.
"I was thinking it was my job to protect Tucker out there and if I would'nt have taken that hit, George could very well be paralyzed," he replied back in a soft scared tone for his friend, not willing to think about what could have happened to his friend.
"I guess it won't be so bad to be your nurse," she sighed dramatically, a smile on her face knowing that her boyfriend was going to be okay. She hugged him a bit tight making him groan softly.
The light was bright against his eyelids; he was having a hard time blinking them open. He could feel the welcomed pressure of his son, whom was sleeping curled up to his chest. The tickling sensation of what he assumed was his daughter using him as a table to color on.
The cough he couldn't stop. With his coughing over with, he opened his eyes, the light stinging them as the world around him came into focus. He saw the little head that belonged to his son. He pulled his son closer to quiet his cries down. The next sight was his daughter's happy tear covered face beaming down at him.
"Daddy!" Jessica cried, hugging her dad tight. Wade held his daughter and his son in a tight embrace, happy to be with them once again.
"Wade," whispered Zoe, joining her kids in hugging the love of her life. He kissed her forehead, tears coming to his eyes as he was back with his family.
