Injury: harm or damage that is done; a form or instance of harm; wrong or injustice done

His blood was cold and his body stiff, staring disbelieving at the sight. No, the impossible sight, it was impossible, it had to be impossible. This wasn't happening, this wasn't before him; it was a bad dream, that had to be it.

But the light, shy hand touching his elbow woke him and he turned, staring just as wide eyed down at the younger Farron, seeing her just as scared and worried as he was; though, despite the shock and unease, she calm about it, the only indication that showed was the tremor going through her body and the lost look in her wide eyes.

It clicked that she was just as scared as he was.

Shakily, he reached out, pulling her into a one arm hug. Still shaking, she leaned heavily on him, staring up through the window at the impossible sight, a sight he didn't think he would ever see, and a sight he never wanted to see.

Lightning lay before them, portrayed through a window, sound asleep, or so it seems. Bandages were wrapped around her, slightly stained in some places; her head that lay slump to one side; her arms resting above the ivory sheets, slouch on top of her. There were wires and tubes hooked up to her, reading her pulse and each breath she took.

"What happened?" he managed to croak out.

"An accident," was all Serah could whisper. "There was a big fight and a wild hoverbike, all I could make out was that Sis pushed someone out of the way…"

Prompto felt numb.

"What did the doctors say?" he urged, his voice surprisingly calm despite his own tremors.

"She'll live," Serah seemed to sigh out, "but they don't know when she'll wake, she hit her head pretty good…"

"Can I…?" he asked weakly.

Just as Serah opened her mouth, her cell buzzed, calling her attention and drawing her away. His only answer he got was a nod before she slipped down the hall, small, shy tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes as she took out her phone. The last thing he heard before he slipped into Light's room was Serah uttering, "Oh Hope..."

Inside the room itself, the smell of blood and medicine filled his nose, to a point he almost went back out. Steeling himself, he ignored the smell as best as he could, he slowly moved to her side, towering over her still, sleeping form on the hospital bed. He breathed in shakily as he set himself down on her bed, clumsily taking her hand in his. It scared him just how limp her hand was. Listening to her breath and the steady beep of the heart monitor was his only assurance to this odd feeling of holding her hand. Licking his lips, he ran his thumb over the back of her hand, squeezing it slightly and half expecting her to squeeze back.

Nothing happened though. Her fingers stayed limp in his.

Tearing his gaze away from her hand, he stare up at her face, grimly noting that she looked paler than usual, her hair was in array, and he could see bits of smeared blood on her face, though most of it was wiped away. His free hand rose up, lightly touching the small bit of missed blood and running his thumb over it, removing it from her skin. Those fingers then moved up, tangling in her hair and resting there, simply enjoying the feel of her soft strands around his hand. Pressing his palm down, it fell down, cupping her cheek, feeling the face fit perfectly in his hand.

The only thing that was missing was the sea green eyes staring back at him, confirming and soothing him from all his sudden worries and fears. But they were closed, leaving him lost and unsure, while she simply slept on, scarcely aware of him.

"Hey Light," he whispered, "it's me, Prompto." He cracked a wary grin at her, only to drop it when nothing happened. Clearing his throat, he went on. "That's… that's pretty crazy. Taking on a charging bike… what were you thinking?!" he grumbled at her, his voice rising slightly.

Still no response.

He sighed, going on reluctantly. He had heard that people in a coma could hear and possibly understand, and Light was in a bit of a coma, wasn't she? "I, I don't know what the situation really was, Serah didn't give me the full details… I don't even want to know. If I did, I might… if I found out who was responsible, I would have grabbed Noct and the gang and…" his voice died slightly, a humorless chuckle raking through him. "You'd disprove of that, wouldn't you? I can already hear you nagging about getting into fights…"

He casted another look at her, slightly frustrated, slightly lost to see that there wasn't even a twitch. His thoughts turned dark with blame and he scowled darkly, tightening his grip on her hand. "This bastard you saved, he's grateful, isn't he? He's aware that you're… that you… he's aware, isn't he? He came, didn't he? To thank you? If he hasn't, I, I'll go get him. I'll force him on his knees, get him to realize that he would have been like this, or worse if it wasn't for you…"

Silence.

"Yeah, you're probably right. I might just end up punching his nose in. if he moved or, wasn't involved, you wouldn't be like this. We'd be having a romantic dinner, ramon and soda, maybe popcorn with a movie…sleeping in late."

He squeezed her hand again.

"Wake up Light," he pleaded, "I know you're not gone, but you're not exactly here either. I… I don't know where you are, but, you plan on coming back, right? You'll come back sometime, right?"

The fingers in his hand twitched weakly and Prompto's heart nearly soars. Before he could get ahead of himself, he settled it all into a beaming smile, his grip on her hand as sure as ever. "I'm here Light," he whispered. "I'm here."

Her eyelid twitch and shifted as she slowly roused herself back to the world of the living, with him watching intently as she slowly woke. He didn't get a chance to see her eyes, for she kept them closed and hidden. But he did hear her speak.

"Prompto," she uttered weakly.

"Yeah?" he whispered, leaning forward slightly.

"You talk too much."

He laughed quietly at that, relief surging through him as he beamed, shy tears peeking out of the corner of his eyes. Leaning forward, he rest his head against her side, his hair tickling her arm. "I'm here Light," he whispered to her. She simply sighed, her fingers coiling around his weakly.


A sharp click of a lock was heard in the empty house and the door flew open soon after. In the doorway, Lightning stood firm and tired, with a grinning, lopsided Prompto leaning heavily on her. Breathing in, Lightning braced herself, taking as steady steps while partly dragging Prompto with her. Clumsily, he stumbled with her, constantly knocking and shoving his weight on her with the high risk of toppling her. With the injured arm, set in a secure sling at his side, that was the last thing she wanted.

"Prompto," she hissed, bracing herself at his sudden weight.

"Hm?" he hummed, his face buried into her hair. He blinked sleepily, heavy on the drugs the doctors gave to him and barely noticing that he was making things harder on Lightning; though he did notice one very important factor.

"Light," he whispered urgently.

"What Prompto?" she grumbled, grunting as she set them both up into a stand.

"You smell like vanilla!" he cooed excitedly, sloppily nuzzling her. "Have you been baking?" he pressed, half laughing at his own joke.

Lightning simply sighed. "Come on, lets get you to bed so you can sleep this off."

"I don wanna."

"Prompto."

"Light! You look so pretty!" he exclaimed, pointing at a painting that Serah had snuck onto the wall.

"...Prompto, that's my grandfather."

"Oh...well he's pretty," he slurred, slumping on her again. Lightning rolled her eyes, adjusting her hold on Prompto, and mindful of his arm, she dragged him to the stairs. It was a situation like this where she wished her home wasn't two story. Well, then again, worse come to worse, she could just dump him on the couch. Not as comfortable, but it would do.

At least for her patience. And if this did continue on, he was going to sleep by himself tonight.

"Hey Light," he mumbled out.

"What," she growled.

"Can you sleep with me?"

Lightning paused, seriously considering his words. By the way he said it, his voice shy and uncertain, almost small like an unsure child, scared of asking their parents about something. It didn't sound sexual at all. Glancing up at him, she found his face hidden by her hair, resting in those tangled strands, possibly almost asleep. Licking her lips, Lightning said, "I'll stay with you till you fall asleep."

She felt his pout against her. "Noooooo," he whined, "I wanna sleep with youuu."

"Someone has to make dinner Prompto."

"But I'm not hungry."

"You say that now."

He simply pouted, leaning off balance slightly, Lightning quickly straightened them. Leaning back on him slightly, her head resting int he crook of his neck and staring down at his sling. "I'll be here when you wake up," she whispered gently.

Prompto grumbled something, and that was the only warning Lightning got before he fell forward, dragging her with him. Acting instinctively, Lightning allowed herself to hit the floor, Prompto falling on top of her. Lightning hissed when his weight collapsed on her, pressing the air out of her it seems. Grunting in discomfort, she pushed against his body, gasping for breathe when she was able to get enough of him off.

"Prompto," she managed out. The said blonde hummed, shifting slightly as he struggled to rouse himself. His injured arm moved slightly and he cringed at that, nearly falling on Lightning again. Wincing, he held himself up with one arm, somewhat relying on the arms that Light had on his chest.

Opening his eyes, he blinked lazily as their position slowly clicked in his hand. A grin spread over his face as he swayed slightly. "Have I ever told you how much I love this position?" he purred out, more like slurred.

Lightning lightly smacked him, blushing with a light scowl on her features, making the loopy blonde chuckle as he slowly lowered himself till he was laying on top of her, cuddling slightly. Ignoring him, Lightning glanced up to see her room just down the hall. They were almost there.

Tapping him, she reasoned, "Come on Prompto, we're almost there."

He merely groaned at her, his face pressed against her collarbone.

"Wouldn't you rather be in bed?" she tempted.

His violet blue eyes slid open, slowly considering it. "M'kay," he mumbled, rolling off her. Lightning quickly took the chance to jump up, reaching down, she grabbed his good arm and hauled him up. He whined slightly at the sudden movement, slumping heavily on her and allowing her to drag him to their room (even if she has yet to acknowledge it). Turning him around, she dropped him on the bed.

Prompto winced when he bounced, giving her a pout. "Aren't you going to tuck me in?" he grumbled.

Lightning rolled her eyes, but slipped up, tugging his shoes off and tossing them aside. Pulling the sheets out from under him, she jerked them up and slowly brought them down, allowing the air beneath to even them out. Moving forward, she pressed her lips on his brow, the action relaxing him more than it should. "Go to sleep," she whispered, her lips dancing over his skin. His good hand jerked out, grasping her wrist tightly. "Aren't you going to sleep with me?" he grumbled.

Lightning peered down at him coolly before drawing away and moving around the bed and settling in with him, pulling him close so he rested in the nook of her neck, with her head on top of his. Her hands shifting about, weaving through his hair soothingly. Prompto completely slumped against her, his good arm sneaking under her torso and holding her.

"Night Light," he mumbled, snickering groggily at the joke.

She rolled her eyes but allowed a small smile to bloom. "Night Prompto," she whispered.


I have thought about maybe Prompto got into an accident, but when I think about it, I don't see hospitalized Lightning too often, so I thought I would give it a go.

Personally, I could see it working either way, so I decided to treat you guys to having two stories in one chapter, injured Lightning and injured Prompto.

...i might do a loopy lightning sometime too X)