"Marcus can you hear me?" Says a disembodied voice.

I ignore the voice, wanting to let go of everything.

"Marcus if you can hear me, give us a sign please. Your friends are here and they want to see your brown eyes." Won't this voice just be quiet.

Doesn't this stupid voice know that I don't have any friends.

You saved them. That thought filters through my mind.

Ugh my head hurts; I just want to go back wherever I was before.

I hear the voice sigh. "Sir you might want to prepare your children for the inevitable." The voice warns.

"What?!" I hear another voice shout. Wait I recognize this voice…. I just can't put my finger on it.

Davenport another thought penetrates my internal ramblings.

Mr. Davenport! Wait how do I know him? I start to think about it, but then a sharp pain attacks me and it feels like my heads on fire. At first I fight back but then I give up wanting to free of my internal struggles.

"You have to have some good news, I can't just go back to my kids and tell them there's no hope." Davenport begs.

"The only news I can give you is he has brain activity, but not much. But everything else isn't good. He can't breath on his own and the swelling in his head isn't going down. Right now the outlook isn't so good. All I'm saying is you need to prepare your children for the worst. Now if you'll excuse me I have other patients to attend to." I hear the voice say and then a door closes.

"Marcus, this is Donald Davenport. I need you to pull through because I can't go out there and tell five people to say their goodbyes." I hear him sigh and then begin to pace.

Who would be waiting for me? I try to grasp any memories I can but then the fire in my head returns again. I give up feeling exhausted.

Adam, Bree, Caitlin, Chase, and Maya. I start seeing flashback of us hanging out as a group or separately. Its very overwhelming and my head feels like its about to explode.

"I once read that people in coma can understand us and they do better when family and friends are around to talk to them." Mr. Davenport says, though I think he's just talking to himself.

I start to panic; I don't want to see my family.

"I'll go get Chase, you guys were the closest out of all of them I think." Mr. Davenport tells me.

But I'm to busy panicking to pay close attention. I can't see Douglas, I can't see Douglass, I CAN'T SEE DOUGLASS! It's like a mantra that won't stop in my head. My panic induced chanting is fueling the flames of the fire in my head. I just want to let go.

Not yet, the though calms me down.

"Hey Marcus, I know I'm not Chase but he's distraught out there so dad sent me in." A soft voice says.

Bree.

That thought washes over me and I begin to fight to open my eyes so I can see her. But the flames are too hot now preventing me from opening my eyes.

"This is weird, you know talking to you while you're asleep. But it's suppose to help you." Her voice gets thick at the end, she sounds like she's about to break.

"Marcus you can't leave us!" Her voice gets high with the demand.

"You can't go you're-" she stops mid sentence and starts sobbing. I want to reach out and comfort her but I can't I'm too weak.

"We love you, I love you." She whispers before retreating. I hear her heals click as she shuts the door behind her.

I feel something coming to take me but I know once it does I will never come back.

Fight it.

And I do. It leaves, but I can sense it waiting to come get me. I know the next time it comes I won't be able to fight it off.

I hear the door open and then shut. I don't hear anyone walking so I just wait to hear the voice.

"I know we aren't best friends are anything, and our relationship got off to a rocky start. But I think we could be friends, so don't die Marcus." The voice is feminine and scratchy in only the way a voice can be after crying.

Caitlin

"I heard that you saved me Marcus and I wanted to say thank you." Caitlin then rushes out of the room.

You're welcome I think trying to push the thought toward her.

I'm feeling weaker but I can't let go just yet.

The door opens again, and is shut with barely a noise.

"Sorry for not coming earlier, I wasn't ready to see you yet."

Chase

"I know everyone told you to stay, and I want you to stay. But I know that if you do stay it will be hard. Douglas is in jail, and your chips destroyed. We tried to fix it but some of it was incinerated. I know this isn't encouraging you to stay, but I wanted to let you know what you would be facing once you awoke." Chase pauses, I hear him sniffle knowing he's on the verge of tears.

"Know that we will be here to help you if you come back. You did the right thing in the end Marcus. Good bye." Chase says before he quietly makes his exit, but I still hear the sobs he tries to keep in.

I feel the presence circling around me getting ready to strike.

Not yet.

"Marcus I'm so sorry."

Adam.

I didn't even hear the door open.

"I didn't mean to hurt you-" He doesn't even finish the sentence e before he starts crying.

He starts to mumble thru his tears begging for me to stay and for give him.

"I'll do anything if you just wake up." Adam begs.

I want to tell him that it wasn't his fault that I'm hurt, and that I forgive him.

"Adam-" I hear Mr. Davenport call. Adam stands up and stumbles out of the room. I hear the door shut on his way out.

The presence is getting closer to me, but I'm not ready yet.

I don't hear the door open, or the person walk over to me. I didn't even know there was someone here till they speak.

"You look horrible." A voice teases.

Maya.

"You can let go its ok, you've done so much for us already we shouldn't ask for more." Mayas voice doesn't waver as she reassures me.

"I know you're strong enough to come back and thrive. I know you can handle all the pain emotionally and physically if you wake up. But do it for yourself not for us." Her voice breaks at the end.

"Marcus you are a great friend, good bye." She says.

I'm left alone for the first time in a while, even the presence that was trying to take me left.

Should I stay? I know they will be here for me, and I know I will have good life of I stay the Davenports will make sure of it.

I'm not quite so sure I want to stay.

I left.

A/N Sorry for the super long wait! I appreciate all the reviews, follows, and favorites I got for this story! You guys are the reason I write!

This is the end of the story but there will be an epilogue up before I go back to school on the 5th of January.

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