Part 1

Context: Darren has been your friend for a good many years. Your best friend, in fact! He's kind of a surly asshole at times, but you know he cares about you. Maybe even more than he lets on. Tonight, you're heading to a concert together in the pouring rain. It's sure to be a night you desperately wish you could remember.

Setting: An unknown hospital

Tags:[M4A][Tsundere Delinquent Best Friend Speaker][Injured Listener][Flirting?][Appreciation][Little White Lie][Amnesia][Recovering][Cuddles][Confession][L-Bombs][Hair Petting][Comfort][Reverse Comfort][CW: Angst/Injuries]

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[Scene opens in a hospital room]

[SFX: Very muted hospital ambiance]

[You don’t remember what happened. Everything hurts, and all you can hear is a desperate man arguing with people you can’t hear]

“No, no, no, I’m fine! I don’t want to be apart from them, please! No, they NEED ME, you don’t understand! It’s just us out here, we ran from bad families, I-!”

[Pause…]

“Can… Can you at least tell me if they’re going to be OK?!”

[Pause]

“... head injury?! Ah, damnit…! Chicky!! Chicky, can you hear me?!”

[Pause…]

[The sound fades for a bit before it returns]

“-I can walk fine, see?! Rrgh, the leg is setting fine, now can I please go and see-?!”

[SFX: A muted crash and the man crying out in pain]

“GAHH! No, no, I’m FINE! Just please, it’s been three days, let me-!”

[Pause]

[The sound fades out… and then back in]

“-but… i-it’s been over a month, why hasn’t Chicky woken up yet?”

[Pause]

[Another person, the doctor, you imagine, murmurs something in response, and the desperate man sighs]

“N-No, I… I know the head injury was bad… You said that, s-sometimes, people in a coma can hear people talking to them, right? Can I please just… Just keep holding their hand and talking to them?”

[Pause]

“Thanks, Doc…”

[SFX: Muted footsteps fading away]

[The man takes a few deep breaths before he begins to talk again]

“H-Hey, Chickadee. Darren here, again… Wishing you’d wake up something fierce, I, ah… I really hate hospitals. I hate seeing you like this more, though… Christ, my poor Chicky… Still so bruised up… Doc said you hit your head pretty hard… Had some swelling of the brain, some internal bleeding… Not gonna lie, I didn’t understand a word of what he said, but he said you’d probably have some trouble with motor functions, maybe even memory… Head injuries are a lot scarier than cartoons let on, you know?”

[...]

“...Kind of wish it was like the cartoons. Then you’d just have a comically big bump sticking up that I could poke down with my finger. Then you’d hit me with a mallet or something, I don’t know…”

[...]

“...Please talk to me… Just… Just, if you can hear this…”

[He sighs and you feel him squeeze your hand]

“...Marco.”

[...]

“...M-Marco…”

[...Po…lo]

[He jumps as your eyes flutter open and fix on him]

“Chicky!! Oh, baby, you’re awake! Thank God, thank GOD, let me get the-!”

[Pause?]

[He stares at you in anguished disbelief]

“What? Who… am I? ...Chicky? Don’t… Don’t you recognize me?”

[...]

“No, no, no, it’s OK! Don’t worry… Don’t cry, it’s OK… Shh, come here… I’ve got you.”

[The man gently hugs you, his own form shaking]

[Pause]

“You’ve got a bad headache? OK, no problem, I can go ask the doctor for some aspirin. He needs to know that you’re…”

[P-Pause]

“...No, I… I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I can stay for a moment… but are you sure? You don’t… You don’t remember me, right?”

[P-Pause]

“Oh, sweetheart… We were in a bad car crash together. That’s why we’re both here. Jesus, you were in a coma for over a month, a-and the doctor said you might not wake up at all, so I’ve been sitting here, holding your hand and talking a-and…”

[Pause!]

“Sweetheart… I-It’s OK… Shh… The important thing is that you’re here and you’re alive and I am… I am NEVER going to let something bad happen to you again, OK? I promise you…”

[...Pause?]

[The man freezes for a moment, floundering]

“Am I your… boyfriend? Is that what you just asked? If you and I are a couple?”

[Pause?]

[He looks at you, tears streaming down his face]

“...Y…Yeah! I am! Do you remember anything about our time together?”

[...]

[His brief excitement fades]

“No? ...That’s OK, Chicky… Here, I’ll give you the short version. We both came from bad families on the opposite side of the country. We were friends for years, we helped each other survive, and… then we moved out here together. Just us against the world! A-And… it hasn’t always been easy, but I’ve always felt safe and warm and loved and…”

[He breaks down, face falling into your shoulder]

[...]

[You gently run your fingers through his hair and he lets out a shuddering breath]

“...I love you. I never… told you that. I never told you it enough… I never knew how to… I was going to tell you after the concert, but…”

[Pause…?]

“N-No, baby… That was over a month ago… We’ve been recovering in the hospital after the crash. My injuries weren’t as bad, for… some reason I can’t comprehend… If I could take your injuries, your pain, I would, in a heartbeat!”

[Pause?]

“Do… I want to cuddle?”

[He ponders for a moment before he utters a quiet, sad:]

“Yes.”

[You scoot over in your hospital bed and he wastes no time in climbing in next to you, cuddling up close]

[SFX: The hospital bed shifting/rocking a bit]

“Thank you… For letting me cuddle you, even if it’s in a damned hospital bed. Mmh, come here, oh, my poor Chicky…”

[Pause <3]

[You stroke his back. He’s so familiar, so warm and safe, even if something feels off]

“...I’m so sorry…”

[Pause?]

“It… It’s my fault that we crashed… I kept pushing, I kept trying to get to that stupid fucking concert at all costs. That cost should have never included you, Chicky. That never should have even been a factor, but nooo, I had to be an asshole, per usual…”

[He lets out a mix of a whimper and a frustrated snarl]

“Godamnit, I-! I don’t even deserve to be around you!”

[...Pause]

“D-Don’t, don’t talk like that… You always do that, always try and convince me that I’m not garbage that’s just wasting your life away. You act like spending time with me is something worth your damned time, and I just… I don’t get it.”

[Pause <3]

[He snorts]

“No, YOU have low self-esteem and should be nicer to yourself.”

[Pause <3]

“Yeah, well… Your Mom.”

[Pause!]

[You laugh, even though the headache rampaging in your head hates it. Your boyfriend snickers]

“Hehe, see? Bet just being around me is making that headache worse. ‘Darren, you’re a walking, talking migraine when you’re in a mood’, eh? Heh… You used to tell me that when I was really getting under your skin.”

[Pause <3]

[He tenses as you nuzzle into him but holds you close, shaking lightly]

“...I know you don’t remember me right now, but… I hope, when you do, you remember the man that loves you more than anyone or anything else. He tends to get buried under the rest of my ‘sparkling personality’, but… he… I… I love you. So much. I always have and I always will.”

[Pause]

“...Heh. ‘I seem nice enough’, huh? I’ll take it. Now, c’mon, try and rest. I’ll make sure the doctor knows you need some aspirin for that headache, OK? And that, um, you woke up out of your coma. Probably important that he knows.”

[Pause]

[He gives your forehead a little kiss, lingering for a moment to say one last thing before he leaves to get the doctor:]

“I love you, baby. With every bit of me. You rest now, I’ll be back.”

[SFX: His footsteps fading away]

[Pause]

…

[Polo...?]

[To be continued]