~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You were lying on the রান্নাঘর floor, shaking, breathing heavily.

Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.

“Steve, are you…” আপনি start, but are cut off with a slap.

“Shut up, bitch.”

আপনি sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.

And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.

So here আপনি were, lying on the রান্নাঘর floor.

My world went black.

I thought for sure I was dead.

But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly দ্বারা the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.

And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly গান গাওয়া to herself.

One দিন I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.

“I প্রণয় আপনি Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”

I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.

But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.