Story Title: Comatose
Summary: Rei wakes up from a coma, but with 'friends' fighting over his head and another one dying things are complicated.
Author's Note: I'm never touching this again now, it's all good
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tala~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Fucking button.. Get over here!" It won't listen. Fucking piece of shit, those incompetent idiots installed it too far away from my numb arms. Maybe I can try hitting it with my head?
"Fucking hospital..." If I hit the wall hard enough with my head I might die. Or those doctors or nurses or whatever will hear it and stop me. How the hell did I end up here anyway? I must have blacked out, because I don't even remember drinking. And why is there a needle stuck in my arm? Oh wait, it's an Iv. They're planning on keeping me here. Idiots. Nothing will stop me from leaving this hospital.
I sit up on the bed. I'm wearing hospital clothes. Awesome. Looks more like rags from the mental institution. I flung my legs down and stand up.
Boom!
No, that was no cannonball. That was me hitting the floor. Luckily my face was there to dampen the fall. What the hell did those incompetent hospital idiots do to my body? Was it some drug they put in me? My body doesn't respond kindly to such things. Why do I have a craving for something sweet?
Thud!
Fucking drop stand. I think this is a good time to reflect on my life. Laying here face down in the hospital. Are you fucking kidding me? Did no one hear me fall? Well, what can I expect. Hospital workers are incompetent idiots. I bet they were a fine example of human nature before, then they started working at the hospital and became idiots. No, incompetent idiots.
I tilt my head and look around the room. It's a single. How the fuck is that possible? I don't have these kind of money. I don't have any money to be precise. Maybe I can sue the hospital? No wait, then I have to hire a lawyer. Can't afford that. I should just jump out the window and end myself. If I'm high up, wouldn't want a broken leg.
The door opens and someone walks in. I make sure my breathing is calm, that person will not connect me to that drop stand again. I want out of here. Whoever it is standing in the doorway the person is muttering something very angry.
"But he was here just a second ago!" Oh, it's two people. Great. I hope they both burn in flames forever for taking me to the hospital.
"I don't understand where he could have gone!" Oh no, it's a real mystery. Tried to walk around and check in the room? Fucking idiot. Just leave already so I can figure out how to get up and leave.
"Are you sure this was his room?" I know that voice. I just have to place it. Yup, they definitively fed me with drugs. It was a guy, man, dude, male. I know the voice so it has to be from BBA. Fine, I give up. Not like I can get up by myself anyway.
"On the other side of the bed you fucking geniuses!" I shout out and hear footsteps. I look up. Oh, it's him. How nice of him to drop by and visit me.
"Brooklyn," I state and he looks at my position on the floor. I think I look really hot with the drop stand on me and a hospital dress that barely covers my ass. Wait, is he looking at my ass?
"What are you doing down there?" Another voice asks me. Ah, my beautiful Tyson. I thought food would have killed you by now. What's it called now again? Glutton I think.
"Get that question a lot?" I ask, but he's not so quick with understanding what I mean. Must be difficult being that stupid. Brooklyn, help me up before I start climbing up your leg.
"Here," Brooklyn lends a hand for me. I stare at it. Is he fucking serious? I didn't know Brooklyn was an idiot.
"Why the hell do you think I'm down here? Checking if the floor is breathing? I can't move my body you fucking idiot!" He opens his mouth to say something but close it again. Good choice. Now what you gonna do, eh? Wait, why is he bending down? No, he wouldn't dare. Brooklyn, if you lift me up I swear I.. Woah!
"You weigh too little," he states while holding me tight. Bridal style. Perfect. Like I got any pride left anyway.
"You sure change your mind quickly," Brooklyn spin around and I have to turn my head to see the new person in the doorway. What the hell is he doing here?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Max~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Think you can beat me, huh? Think you're better, huh? Think I won't kick your ass, huh?
"Hmm, to be honest I'm not sure I can because you're a can and I don't think you have an ass to kick. But I will chop your head off!" I say with victorious voice. "Let's see here.." While putting the can away I search the room for something sharp. I don't own a tin opener, or maybe I did a long time ago but it ran away. A knife should do the trick.
Bzzz!
A loud ringing noise make me look out from the little kitchen. Did someone just pling my door? Maybe it's Tala! Haven't heard from that zombie since yesterday night.
Bzzzzzzz!
Stop holding the pling button in I'm coming. Maybe it's a neighbor or something, Tala wouldn't pling. He would knock and knock and knock and knock and when I opened he would still be knocking. He drinks way too much.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
I unlock and open the door. I can only stare at the person before me. It can't be. Why would he be here?
"Not happy to see me?" His sad voice pierce my brain. He's still wearing that blue basker but has more warm clothes on. A long, white coat that almost touch the ground and black boots.
"Oh my god you have no idea!" I jump at him and embrace him. He pats my back and says something I can't really understand.
"What was that?" I ask the green hair. I can feel my face crack from a big smile.
"Need. Air. Need. Breathing," opsie! I let him go and see him pant from the lack of oxygen. I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm just so happy! I love to met old friends. I scratch my head and look behind him. At the end of the tiny road towards my apartment there is a white limousine standing. Not that I was expecting anything less from Oliver.
"Why do you live in such small apartment?" I blink. It's not so small. There is a place to put food, a place to sleep and a place to shower.
"It's big enough," I respond. A chill goes through my body, I wrap my arms around myself. It's cold outside. Oliver is very quiet, glaring at something. I follow his gaze to the object in my hand. Ah, the can, also my dinner. I thought I put that down.
"That settles it, you're coming with me," he grabs my wrist and try to drag me to the limousine but I refuse. He looks at me and question my intelligence I think. I'm not sure.
"Well, I would love too, but I have to stay here and wait for Tala. Haven't heard from him since yesterday," he let me go and sighs.
"It's just that I'm staying at this hotel in Russia all alone with no one to talk to, or no one to eat what I cook," say what? No one to eat the food you make? That's just a waste of stuff! I know he's manipulating me but who can say no to Oliver's food?
"Wait right here!" I run inside and grab my shoes. Jumping on one leg to put them on with one hand I write a note to Tala with the other hand. Multitasking, so cool. I grab my coat and shut the door behind me. Lock the door. Place key under the carpet.
"Let's eat!" I feel like such a pig, following Oliver for food. Tala will understand. If he's sober enough to understand that I'm not home when he gets here.
We walk to the limousine, I wonder what he cooked? Or what he will cook! Hope he makes dessert.
An old man opens the door to the limousine. I carefully crawl inside. I don't want to ruin it somehow with my dirty shoes. Oliver sits down like a prince in front of me.
"Blasneblah!" Okay, he didn't say that. But I don't talk french. I look out the window. It's dark outside.
"Does Tala live with you?" Oliver ask and I look at him. It's complicated. I'll try to explain it to him.
"Not exactly. He spent almost every minute at the hospital when they threw him out," he looks at me with confused eyes. Oh right!
"Kai and them," I explain. He nods. I'm not sure which side he's on in this drama shit. And I don't care because I quit life! Which explains why I'm in a limousine with Oliver, heading towards an unknown location. Anyway, I can see that Oliver is waiting for more information.
"When they threw him out he spent almost every minute at the hospital. Sometimes with Rei, sometimes with me and sometimes in his own hospital bed. He also took some trips to the police station and slept there. I had to bail him out sometimes so I told him to stay at my apartment instead of sleeping outside. But he don't want to be a burden so he rarely shows up," I give him a small smile and he nods understandingly. I can't help but to wonder what he's doing here and if the other Majestic's are here. I hope not. If they are there will be a world war three breaking out very soon.
"How is Rei?" Oliver ask me with a hint of irritation, I must have wandered off in my thoughts.
"Sorry, I have a lot on my mind," I apologize and let out a deep breath. How is Rei? "I guess he's very lonely, I got a call from the doctor before that he requested for his family. But according to Mariah they're dead, and it seems to be the truth. He doesn't remember so much at all, it's worse than the doctor thought from the beginning. He remember his parents and Tala, but he don't want Tala near him thanks to Kai," I mumble out the last part and try to kill Kai by saying his name. Oliver shift place and sit down next to me, I guess he sensed my hate.
"Why aren't you with him?" Oliver asks.
Say, what a nice spot on the floor. Is it a unique color or something? I must think about this! Didn't notice that before. He looks away, obviously hurt by me ignoring his question. What am I doing? I can't be mean to poor Oliver!
"Because Tyson is there," I respond with a silly smile. He blinks.
"Do you consider yourself a friend of Tala's?" The question surprise me. What does that have to do with anything?
"Well yah..." I scratch the back of my head. Tala is a friend of mine, even if he won't admit it. "He doesn't admit it and he hates humanity and is terrified of human contact but yah, I consider him a friend," I smile again. Oliver seems to be thinking about something.
"But you have no idea where he is?" I shake my head as a response. Where is this going? "Are you sure Tala thinks of you as a friend? I'm not trying to be mean," he defends himself. I'm starting to suspect he sided with Tyson.
"Well, Tala don't trust people and has a very interesting personality so it's hard for him to make friends," he smiles at my choice of words. I guess he would have said crazy and not interesting.
"Why was he thrown out?" Oliver sure is asking many questions. But there's no worry, he's a nice guy and I bet he's just curious!
"Kai refused to pay for him to live at the Hiwatari mansion," I answer and see him shift position. He's making that thinking face again. Biting his lower lip, eyes fixed on one spot.
"Why didn't he ask for help from his old team?" He's not letting this go. Is someone paying him to ask all these questions? Not that he need the money.
"Where are the rest of your old team?" I ask, avoiding his question. He looks down on the floor and his composure sink. Oh no, what did I do? He reminds me of Tala when Bryan scolded him for claiming to be homosexual.
"After Rei's accident Mystel and Bryan got in a fight," woah! That's more than I knew. I place a hand on his right shoulder to support him in talking, he doesn't shake it away.
"I defended Mystel while Johnny was on Bryan's side. Johnny then claimed he wanted nothing to do with the likes of me, and Robert agreed," he pause again. I could feel him shake, like as if he's on the verge of tears. Likes of me? What was that supposed to mean?
"I came here alone. To visit Rei," he explain fast. He doesn't want to cry. He's here without his old team, alone. Just like me and Tala. He can join our club! I want to know what the fight between Mystel and Bryan was about, Mystel is such a friendly guy I can't imagine him picking a fight. Even less with Bryan! But I can't ask.
"You.." He only says one word before his voice crack. I shift position fast in the car so I can embrace him without falling.
"It's okay," he rest his head on my shoulder. I can hear him sob quietly. What did they do to Oliver to make him like this? The likes of me. Damn you Johnny!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Rei~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sing me to sleep..." I sing low and hug my legs. It's completely dark in my room, it scares me to be alone. Not that I have any friends that I want here.
"Sing me to sleep.." The wind outside is shrieking. How can it be this loud? Why does it scare me so much?
"I'm tired.." Tears slowly drip down my cheeks. I don't want to be alone. I want someone here. Anyone.
"And I want to go to bed.."
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