Pain. That was all you felt. Where were you? What was happening? Why couldn't you see?

You tried to move, only to feel a deeper ache in your arms and back. A shaky breath slipped from your lips, and you gripped the tight sheets of where you lay. Wait, you were laying down in a bed.

There was a thin, slightly uncomfortable blanket covering your figure as you eased into the rickety mattress. So you had been asleep, was all of that just a dream? If that was the case, then why couldn't you open your eyes?

Suddenly, your ears rang, to the point where it began to hurt. You winced in agony, but couldn't move too much without causing your muscles to spasm out in pain.

Then, as the sound eased, you heard gentle, quiet footsteps. It felt as though the person who was coming towards you was trying to be quiet, as to not harm your fragile ears.

You hated that you couldn't move, only observe. You were weak, and you despised it.

"Y/n?..." a voice called, but it sounded so... far away. It sounded like it was from a completely different realm.

But it was familiar, and you wanted to find it. You reached out through the dark abyss, working through the tangles of agony and pain to try and find the voice. Then, as you did, you reached through.

You slowly peeked your eyes open, bright white lights blinding you and making you hiss and recoil in pain. It took you a moment, but you managed to slowly open your eyes.

Sitting above you was a girl, eyes bright green and hair dark and braided into pigtails. Her skin was a warm olive, her smile only making her appearance all the more friendly and welcoming.

Wait... you knew who she was.

"Penny?" you croaked, your throat screeching in pain as you tried to speak.

But despite it, you tried to talk again. But as you did, Penny leaned down and gently hushed you, running her hand along your forehead. From what you could tell, your head was wrapped, by bandages, most likely.

"You took quite the fall," she replied, kneeling down beside your bed. "We all did, but you had it the worst."

You had it the worst? So the accident did happen, the roller coaster really did crash. Had everyone lived? All your friends? Constance, Ricky, Noel, Ocean?...

You reached out, gently grabbed Penny's hand, looking up at her with a pleading gaze.

"Mischa..." you whispered, voice hoarse. "Where's Mischa?"

Penny almost laughed, gently planting a kiss upon your cheek, comforting you with a smile.

"Mischa is fine, but gods he was fretting about you forever," she groaned, rolling her eyes. "God he sat by you for hours."

You pursed your lips in delight, reaching out to beckon out to Penny. She took your gesture, helping you sit upright. As you looked down, you looked down at your figure.

Most of your body was covered in bandages, a simple hospital gown adorned your figure, the cloth thin and leaving you slightly cold. You were horribly thinner than you last recalled, then again, you must've lost a lot of weight.

With a little bit of struggle, you were aided to your feet, only to nearly topple over onto Penny. Looking down again, you tried to observe what was wrong. It was your leg.

Your leg was broken, wrapped tightly in a cast. Geez, the accident must've totaled you much more than you had previously assumed.

You were snapped from your thoughts as your friend aided you, handing you a pair of crutches. Admittedly, you fumbled around a bit the first couple times you tried to use them, but with practice, you mastered using the crutches.

Penny then led you out of your hospital room, causing you to once again be blinded by the lights. She guided you along the hallways, taking you over to where you could get a change of clothes.

She helped dress you in a pastel yellow sweater, some sweatpants and comfy shoes. As she did so, she told you all of what you missed.

It had been six months since the accident, and almost everyone had healed from their wounds, and had been doing well.

Though Penny displayed no memories of the strange after death you had experienced, you wondered if the others did. You wondered if Mischa remembered, specifically.

Days went by like years, as you were confined to the hospital till you could get up and move around without the aid of Penny. It took forever, but you slowly able to hobble around with your crutches.

Boy were you excited to see everyone, as Penny had informed you that they were unaware that you healed much faster than expected.

The first person you visited was Ricky, showing up at his house. You were unexpectedly greeted by his mother, who was delighted to see you okay, showering you in love before even letting you see Ricky.

He was equally excited, shaking hands signing to tell you that he did indeed remember the after death with Karnak, where he could talk and walk. But he was at peace now, and happy to know you were okay.

You had visited Noel next, where you were also nearly squeezed to death by his mother. Noel had apparently been taking French lessons, and was exceeding in the complex language. He had also joined the theater club, and was getting along well with the teacher.

Safe to say that he was taking advantage of his second chance at life, and he was enjoying it. He even had a date with a cute new boy in town. The two of you exchanged stories, before moving on to Ocean and Constance.

Ocean still wasn't the biggest fan of her parents, and was hanging out with Connie at her parent's bakery. The two had apparently bonded really well together, and were now actually best friends.

When you wobbled into the bakery, the two basically screamed and came forward to hug you. The two were practically in tears as they nearly squeezed you to death. The amount of joy that erupted from the two was overwhelming to say the least.

But the reunion was nice, and you were given plenty of baked goods before you moved on.

When Penny had driven you up to Mischa's home, she rambled on and on about how much he had been worrying about you. He had apparently spoken fondly of you, and visited you a bunch during your coma.

When you came up to his adoptive parent's house, Penny for some reason insisted that she stay behind in the car, only helping you out. From there, you were on your own, hobbling up to the door and clicking the doorbell with a single press of your finger.

His adoptive mother had come to the door, seeming tipsy and wafting the smoke of her cigarette into your face, but let you in nonetheless. Surprisingly enough, you had to limp down the stairs into the basement of their home, only to find Mischa in a deep slumber on his rather messy bed.

You couldn't help but smile in amusement, coming over on your crutches, and pausing at his bedside. He slept soundly, rustling every now and then as he clutched his stained pillow closely.

You simply stood there, waiting patiently until he awoke. And when he did, the poor Ukrainian nearly had a heart attack when he saw a girl standing over his bed. But once he got over his little spook, he greeted you with warm arms.

For the first time ever, you saw him cry. Hot tears spilled from his eyes and onto the fabric of your sweater, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso as he held onto you as if you might just disappear.

Mischa then went on to ramble about how he had woken up in the hospital and was so scared that everyone else had died from the accident, that Karnak's game was all just some kind of nightmare had been forced to live through.

It took you quite some time to relieve and reassure Mischa that you had also in fact remembered the game, and the strong bond that had grown between the two of you during that time.

He spat out his feelings to you much quicker than you imagined, his fears, his hopes, his dreads, all of it. It took him a while, but he got over his little sobbing fit after a moment. But you listened, nodding along.

Silently, the two of you made up with a hug, but as he retracted, it left you yearning for more. No words had to be spoken for the both of you to know you loved each other, but you both stood teetering on eggshells waiting for the other to make a move, or say something.

With the slight help of your crutches, you wobbled forward, before gently shifting yourself upwards towards Mischa. You then paused, hesitance clouding your face before you finally leaned over and gently pecked his lips.

After relishing the moment, you leaned back down, giving the Ukrainian a lopsided smile as your cheeks flushed a warm color.

"I love you," you stated, blinking up at the flabbergasted Mischa with a look of adoration.

Silently, he circled around to your backside, gently draping his arms over your torso and resting his chin on your head. He gently inhaled, taking in the fresh scent of cookies and fire you had carried.

"я тебе теж люблю."



A/N: I really hope I could've made this longer and better, but recently, I've been stressed and tired, so I apologize if this is really bad. But I hope that you all enjoyed this fanfic, and I wish you all a lovely day

Yours Truly, Blood x