Disclaimer: Slurpee. (No, I am not naming off the things I am eating for the disclaimers! Why would you think that!? By the way, it's a Berry Blast slurpee. Jeez, self. Get it right.)

"He is in a coma." A voice states, finally, only a twang of sadness there. Or was that pity? "Coma." Two voices converge into one. They sound upset and empty. "Coma. His chances… They aren't good…" The first voice repeats. What do they mean? Who is 'he'? Is that me? But wait, who am I? Suddenly nothing makes sense, anymore. Not that it did, to begin with, but everything is wrong.

I'm in a pit of black and I can't tell which way is up and which is down. Where am I? All I can hear is the voices echoing through the darkness. They sound familiar and they pull at something within me, but what? And why?

A sudden light appears, off in the distance, lighting up only a small part of the void. And suddenly, I really want to be in that light. I want to get away from the darkness, but how? "You have to want it enough." Somebody says from behind me. Their voice is soft and kind, but a small twang of sadness is there. They remind you of somebody.

The way they pronounce their words and a smile flashes behind your eyes. The other Time player. What was her name, again? "Aradia?" I ask, turning to search for the troll girl, but somehow I know she won't be there. "You have to want it, Dave." The voice says, again, but it's fading away, getting smaller, syllable after syllable.

There's a flash behind my eyes and I see John, there and he is waving, happily and smiling. The flash is gone and I reach my hand out as if I could grab the picture back from the air. "I want it!" I scream, falling to my knees, which shouldn't be possible since there isn't any ground. "Please…" I beg, tired. The light grows larger and larger until I'm fully enveloped in the warm light then it disappears.

Now I'm in a room-more like a decorated jail cell- A bed with blue sheets is pushed against one of the walls and a dresser against another one. There is a light that flickers every now and then, above me and the walls are a dull gray but on the wall, that the bed is pushed against, there are gauges in the wall. Tally marks, counting by fives that cover the whole wall and the marks stretch onto another wall.

"D-Dave?" A voice asks. They're standing under the doorway, that I didn't notice, before. Their eyes are wide with shock and something that he was probably holding is on the floor, in front of him as his hands that are held out in front of him, twitch.

"John?" No, my voice did not just crack, and no, those are not tears forming in my eyes. Without thinking about it, I walk forward until I'm just centimeters away from him. His eyes grow wider and I pull him into a bone-crushing hug, drops of water that are definitely not tears drip down onto my face.

"Dave…?" He whispers my name, again. Holy shit, I forgot what his voice saying my name sounded like. "Yeah… I'm here… Oh god, I'm here…" I feels something warm against my neck and it takes me a minute to realize that his face is buried in my neck. "I'm here…" I whisper, again and he nods, slightly. We stay like that for a while until he pulls back. The sudden loss of heat sends a lonely chill down my spine and he just stares at me. "If you're here… Then that means…"

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

The noise continues on forever and sobs can be heard from the hallway. A few whispers run through the room, but one voice pierces through the rest. "Time if death: 2:27." The whispers die down as everybody sets their heads down for a moment of silence as small screams and yells are heard from the hallway as despair of the loved-ones spread through the hospital.

"You're dead…?" His voice is a little shrill and worried. "I don't know…" I admit, but to me, it doesn't really matter. Just as long as we are together… I don't care about anything else. "Oh my god… I am so sorry!" He breaks down. "How could I not know!? I guess it's just because I wasn't asleep to be awake and… I didn't know if you…" He trails off as tears form in his eye and glisten in the flickering light.

What does he mean he wasn't asleep to be awake…? "Shh. Relax." I order, pressing a small kiss to his forehead and he buries his head in my chest. I can hear him breathing, his breaths are small and shaky which is weird because since when do ghosts breathe? Are we even ghosts?

I feel him start to pull away again, but a blaring noise stops him for a second before he's two feel away from you, with wide eyes. The alarm probably scares the shit out of him… "Lights out!" A voice calls from the hallway. He drags me away from the door and to the bed. "You have to sleep with me tonight." He says, and rolls into bed, patting the spot next to him.

Sure, I'll kiss him on the cheek or something, but sharing a bed? Really? But it's not like I have many choices… I look at him, delaying my having to lie down and he is looking at me. He notices me watching him watching me pats the bed, again, telling me to lie down, again. I do as told and he snuggles up to my chest with a sigh.

"I'll explain everything tomorrow…" Is all he says as the lights turn off with a 'click' sending the room into darkness. I hear his breath even out and slow a little, which I still think is weird, but whatever. "Night… John…" I whisper, pressing a kiss to his head and closing my eyes.

A/N: Two chapters in one day!? *Gasp* You should be happy.

Update on authors life that nobody cares about: Welp… I'm exited for tomorrow. Why? Because I couldn't wash my clothes today. Why is that so exiting?

Because now, tomorrow, I get to wear my Eridan cosplay to school.

And I found my Sollux shirt that's been missing for a year!

Have a nice day and or night, kind sir and or madam~!

-Psycho