Hey! Sorry for the wait, but here is the chapter! ~Bazooka Universe
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Waking up was weird.

It was almost like resurfacing, one moment I was completely under and the next I was sitting up, wondering where the hell I was.

I gasped a few times, blinking to focus my vision. I was in a room, where machinery surrounded me and was bathed in a white, fluorescent light.

It was only until I heard the beep...beep...beep of the heart monitor that I realized I was in a hospital.

But the strange part was that I was in a chair, sitting next to the bed instead of being in it. My eyes widened, however, when I saw who was in the bed.

What the hell? I thought.

It was me.

My own unconscious body was lying in a hospital bed, breathing tube shoved up my nose and needles pierced into my veins. My once styled hair hung limply on my shoulders which were draped in a stereotypical hospital gown. My (e/c) eyes were closed, and my hands hung lifelessly at my sides.

Oh god, am I dead? Am I a ghost now? I thought, panicking. But the beeping of the heart monitor brought me back to reality.

No...I am definitely alive. But how the hell is this happening? I stood up out of the chair. Is this like one of those 'out-of-body' experiences?

I looked down at myself. I was wearing the same outfit I wore in the talent show, and my hair was styled like it was that night. My eyes widened, and quickly looked back at my unconscious body. This is so weird…

Suddenly, I heard a door open. I looked up from my own asleep body at the room. It was a normal, sterile hospital room, with a Tv sitting in the upper right corner. There were tables right next to my hospital bed, with another empty hospital bed next to mine. The door was beyond that bed, with a red-headed Nurse coming into the room. She went to the machines next to my bed and began fiddling with them.

"Hey!" I shouted. The Nurse didn't even look up.

I got a little angry. "Um, excuse me?" No response.

I waved my hands in front of her. She didn't even flinch.

So I decided to slap the jerk right in the jaw.

Only to see my own hand go through the girl's face.

My eyes widened and I staggered back in fear. Oh my god… I didn't understand what the hell was going on. But for some reason, I was incorporeal. No one could see me or hear me.

I was completely alone.

Another woman came into the room, presumably a doctor. She had blonde, curly short hair, and wore a pair of square glasses. She walked up to the Nurse, her heels clicking against the linoleum.

"Everything in order?" The women asked. I read her name tag, 'Dr. Barry '

"Yes…" The nurse said hesitantly. "Why'd you ask? Don't think I can do my job?" She joked with a smile.

Dr. Barry smiled. "No, of course not," She spoke kindly, and then sighed. "It's the kids parents. They are right behind me…" The Doctor put her hands to the bridge of her nose. "It's one of those parents who think they know better than I do."

The Nurse gives a sympathetic look. "Please, try not to flip out again. You remember what happened last time..."

Dr. Barry just chuckled. "Sorry about that...again. I'll try to contain my frustrations."

The door opened and, low and behold, Linda and my Dad walked into the room. My Dad looked worried out of his mind, his hair disheveled and bags under his eyes. Linda was wearing something different from last night, and had a small cut on their forehead. Must be from the crash…

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. (l/n)," Dr. Barry greeted, as they walked into the room. The Nurse gave one last smile the Dr. Barry before slyly leaving the room.

"Yes, hello Doctor." Linda chirped, annoyance laced in her voice.

"How is (y/n) doing?" My Dad asked, almost looking...actually scared?

Dr. Barry sighed. "(y/n) has been put into a... temporary coma." I saw my Dad's face fall, and his expression hardened. Linda's face however, remained impassive.

"Now, that doesn't mean that (y/n) will be in a coma forever," Dr. Barry continued. "Just for a while. (y/n) has achieved...quite the number of injuries from the crash. Several glass shards stuck in their skin, a dislocated arm, and a leg that has been broken to hell and back."

Dad nodded, but Linda looked disinterested. "So, when will (y/n) wake up?" Linda asked.

Dr. Barry gave a glance to my body. "I would estimate it to be about...hmm…" She looked up in thought. "About a week, a month at most."

Linda rose an eyebrow. "A whole month?"
Dr. Barry nodded. "Coma's are not taken very lightly. You should be lucky that your child has only been incapacitated for this short period of time."

Linda narrowed her eyes, but her static smile stayed plastered onto her face. "But of course." She walked over to my still form, and I watched in awful suspense.

She reached out to touch my face, her manicured nails sharpened to look like spears. I felt myself hyperventilating, vision turning red. I didn't want her to touch me. I didn't want her even in the same room as me. I pulled myself up, getting angrier and angrier.

"Get away from me!" I yelled, but of course no one heard me. Her hand grabbed my jaw forcefully, and I lost it. Linda had pissed me off for the last time. She had landed me in a hospital for god's sake. I was full with anger "I said get away!"

Suddenly Linda flinched away, as if something shocked her. Dr. Barry turned towards my Dad. "Do you wish to have a moment to yourselves?"
My Dad nodded, "Of course." Dr. Barry nodded and gave a sympathetic smile as she began to walk out of the room. She let out a breath and opened the door. "Visiting hours are from 7am to 5pm, just so you know." she straightened her glasses. "I'll be at my desk if you have any questions, either about (y/n)'s condition or how we run the hospital."

"Um, alright then." My dad spoke up, giving the doctor a small wave before she left the room, closing the door behind her.

There was a small moment of absolute stillness. Then,

"What the hell Linda!" My dad shouted, breaking the tension. "What the hell did you do to our child!"

Linda's expression was furious. "Don't blame me, blame the damn kid. They distracted me from the road."

Dad narrowed his eyes. "So you keep telling me," Dad spat. "But I don't believe you for one Goddamn second. What did (y/n) even say to distract you so much?"

Linda said nothing, just looked down at my body. "Exactly!" my Dad yelled. "You won't tell anyone any details because you haven't thought them up yet!"

"Honey, stop. There is no use arguing it now."

My dad scoffed, and began to pace in the room. "I should have just taken (y/n) in my car, we were going to the exact same place!"

Linda glared at him, her steely eyes piercing into his soul. "No. They needed to come with me. They deserved punishment after what they did."

"Oh yeah, of course…" My dad spoke, sarcasm laced into his voice. "You just had to punish (y/n) for singing in that talent show. Of course you had to, now I completely understand."

"They preformed with that awful Frisk! I specifically told (y/n) not to talk to them! And now look where we are!" She crossed her arms. "This is all their fault. If they had just done what I said then none of this would have happened."

I felt tears coming from my eyes as I realized she was right. If I had just performed what Linda wanted, me and Frisk would be sitting on cloud nine. I am so stupid… I thought, banging my hand on the table.

Of course, it didn't really help considering my hand just passed right through the small coffee table.

"This isn't their fault! It's yours!" Dad yelled, turning away from her and putting his hand over his mouth. I could see tears in his (e/c) eyes. I was shocked, I have never seen my dad cry before.

"This is why we aren't as close anymore! You always think you're right! Always! It doesn't matter what I do, because you are always right. And I am sick of this! I sick of you!" Dad sighed, and a long pause stretched through the room. "Maybe we should divor-"

"RICHARD!" Linda screamed, and even I flinched. I never heard Linda say my Dad by his real name. It was always a cutesy nickname or something similar. Linda's face had pure fury laced into it. "We will not have a divorce. We will NEVER have a divorce. We are a perfect family."

"Perfect family my ass!" Dad shouted back. "We stopped being perfect as soon as you started to hit (y/n). That is when I stopped loving you."

Linda whirled to face him. "You have no proof. You have no proof of that!"

Dad sneered. "Really? Cause I've seen the bruises. And every time you give me some crap excuse. This needs to stop, Linda!"

"Do you know what else needs to stop?" She looked him straight in the eyes. "You cheating on me! Is that when you started to cheat on me? When I 'supposedly' hit (y/n)?"

Dad's eyes widened for a moment, before closing them and sighing. "Yes. That is when I started cheating on you. Because that's when you stopped being my wife and when you started being a monster."

Linda turned away from me and pushed my Dad, causing him to stumble. "I am leaving. I see no purpose sitting here and waiting for this failure to wake up. You can wait all you fucking want, I'm leaving."

Linda started to walk away, but my Dad spoke up. "Wait,"

She turned to face him.

"When (y/n) does wake up," Dad began, a steely expression on his face. "I'm divorcing you."

Linda's scowl grew into one of pure fury. "Then if the stupid waste of space dies, you have to stay with me. It's only fair."

My Dad nodded, and Linda left the hospital room, slamming the door behind her.

My Dad and I were finally alone.

He collapsed onto the chair beside me, and put his face in his hands. "I'm sorry…" He rasped brokenly. "I should have stood up for you more. I should've done something, anything to stop her." His voice cracked, and he looked up from his hands and at my body. "I'm just...so, so sorry…"

Tears formed in my eyes as I sat right next to him, my hand on his back. Even though he couldn't feel it, feeling his warmth gave me comfort.

"I'm sorry too…" I whispered, hugging him even though he couldn't see me.

God, what kind of fucked up family were we, anyway.

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Hey! Sorry again for not updating, I was on vacation for about a week.
Also, yeah this whole next part of the fic is just basically that one Supernatural episode. I hope you all can accept this weird direction I am going with this, because its really dramatic and fun to write.
ALSO IT WAS SO AMAZING WRITING THIS ARGUMENT LIKE YOU GO PAPA RICHARD!
So Heart and comment please! You all are great! ~Bazooka Universe