Welcome back to another Uncanonical Gay Fanfiction™! This time it's a Kam story with minor Fedex parts. I've decided that I will respond to comments, so, that's a thing. Annyyywaayy. In this world, gay couples are bad matches and are generally frowned upon. This takes place after legacy. Sorry if I get facts wrong, it's been a while since I reread legacy. Trigger warnings: Cussing, Mentions of Homophobia, and Major Character death later in the story.
Keefe's POV
Coma
You really have a lot to think about when you're in a coma.
Stupid fucking coma. I'm stuck inside my head all the time. Literally.
You'd be surprised over all the things that happen to someone that's doing literally nothing.
Firstly, Elwin checks me a lot. He checks my heartbeat and he shoves medicines and bottles of youth down my throat. He talks to me about things that are going on in the Elvin world. Politics and counselors. Honestly, it's so boring it puts me to sleep. He's there almost all the time.
Then there's Father dearest. He's come in twice in the month I've been "asleep". He doesn't talk to me, he just asks Elwin how I'm doing. He sits next to me until someone shows up. Which is like, every couple of hours.
There's Linh and Marella. Who dote over me. They pin prattles pins to me and talk to me about Silveny and Greyfell. It's nice. They come two to three times a week. It hurts to listen to them, trying to be positive. Trying to come up with things to say without mentioning the effect my coma has had on everything. Once they brought me a basket of sugary foods on a day that Elwin said I was doing well. Thinking I would wake up. Elwin had to throw out the basket a few days later when it went bad. There's a lot of days when Elwin says I'm looking well. But my comatose brain doesn't seem to think so.
There's also Dex, who brings me gadgets I can't use. He comes a lot. He explains them to me as he fiddles with them. I can tell he doesn't look at me. He's afraid to. He looks at the gadgets or his hands or at the spot above my head. He's the most skeptical that I can't hear him. When he sits down he clears his throat a lot. He talks about Sophie. Which I'm grateful for. For someone who's afraid of looking at me, he's the only one brave enough to do it. Apparently she's a mess. Because of me. Which is sad. And makes me feel pathetic. But almost everything does. Once he tried to steal one of Linh's rarer prattles pins, which made me want to laugh, but Elwin caught him. When I wake up I'll give it to him. If I wake up I'll give it to him.
There's the goddess herself Biana. Who brushes my hair. And puts this human contraption Dry Shampoo in my hair. I could go on and on about dry shampoo. They said humans couldn't do magic, but I think the proof is in the dry shampoo. There's magic right there. Sometimes she does stupid things to it since it's getting long. She braids it and puts it into ponytails though she always puts it back. But Biana Vacker is more than just hair. She's and my father are the only ones who don't cry. I have to commend her ability to keep it together around me. Whenever people cry around me it makes me want to cry. And throw up. Because Emotions Plus Empath In Coma Equals Nausea. Sometimes she sits me up. And she's really fucking strong. Everybody else uses telekinesis.
Fitzypoo comes often and just pretends that I'm totally capable of responding to him. He'll talk about his day or the flavor of the locker keypads. He talks about how Dex has taken my spot as prank master. He talks about Dex a lot actually. Dex who turned Sophie's hair green, and who turned Marella's fire pink. Dex who took Ella and squad and made a stuffed animal play. I'm glad they don't hate each other anymore. Fitz brought me Mrs. Stinkbottom and tucked her into the sheets next to me. He talks about his grades and his classes and his cognate exercises. He makes me feel less alone inside my brain.
Sophie cries. A lot. She blames herself. I wish I could sit up and slap her and then wipe the tears away. She does not deserve this pain. I deserve the pain. But I can't take it because I'm here and she's there. I wish I still liked her. That would make everything so easy. I wake up, she kisses me, we ride off into the sunset on an alicorn that poops glitter. But it's not. That happy ending isn't gay enough. Which is what I am. If you hadn't noticed.
And then there's Tam.
Best for last. He's in here almost every day. At first, he didn't talk. He would fiddle with whatever Dex or Marella left at my bedside. Popping the lids off some of my medicines then putting them back on. Sometimes he would walk in, say Hi Keefe and then toy around with a prattles pin. It makes me sad. he's the one I really want to kiss. I've been holding in the urge since I met him.
And then one day, while Tam was fiddling with a hairbrush Biana had left.
The real story began.