A/N: Sorry if these imagines are going up and down, guys. WP is giving me serious problems. Let me know if you can read this imagine,them I'll post the sequel.

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Natasha had started to notice your silence long before she heard you were in the hospital. "She never talks to me anymore," the redheaded Avenger complains to the richest man in New York. "I thought we were close, you know?"

Tony shrugs, cup of coffee in hand. "She's had a rough patch, Romanoff. The whole [boyfriend/girlfriend] cheating on her thing. Give her time."

Natasha nods in agreement, then gets the call. "You were listed as her next of kin," the nurse informs. "She's in the operating room."

"What happened?" Natasha orders, already on her way out the door.

"A neighbor brought her in, said he saw her collapse. We think she's overdosed--"

"--Give me two minutes."

Natasha speeds to the hospital. She flies out of the seat of her car and runs into the building. "Where is [Y/n] [Y/l/n]?" she asks multiple nurses.

One nurse leads Natasha towards an operating room. You lay on the other side. Natasha peers into the room, fighting the tears in her eyes.

"What did she do?" she whispers.

She waits for hours. After the doctor's finish, they tell her that they've put you in an induced coma. "We had no choice. She was barely hanging on."

"What are her chances?" Natasha asks, her voice cracking.

The doctor sighs. "Honestly? It's up to her now. She overdosed on Ambien."

"Those are her sleeping meds," Natasha replies. "She's an insomniac."

The doctor hesitates. "Does she suffer with depression?"

Natasha shakes her head. "Not that I know. But she has been going through hell lately."

"Either way, she has a, maybe, twenty percent chance of making it out of that coma."

Natasha nods, and then enters the room where you lay. She sits down beside your bed. "You gotta make it, [Y/n]," she mumbles. "You gotta."

To Be Continued...