A/N: Thanks for 4k reads!

About ten minutes after he was knocked out, Michael woke up. He had a concussion, but nothing major.

He continued going to school, visiting his boyfriend when he could, but it was the end of the semester and finals were coming up, meaning he could only visit two days during the school week as well as the weekends.

It's been a week. A week since Jeremy was stabbed. A week since the fire at the prison. A week since Michael saw Jeremy's beautiful eyes full of a mixture between shock and fear.

Michael tried to remain hopeful, but Michael couldn't help but to break down every time he saw Jeremy in his comatose state.

Michael often reminisced the times before any of this happened. The times where he was pining over Jeremy, but probably would've caved in asked him out anyways. He wished none of the stuff with Christine happened.

As these thoughts went through his head, one thought was always there.

"Why me?"

-

Christine woke up, momentarily forgetting what happened.

Then, she saw her red, heavily charred skin.

As much as it hurt you, I did help to reduce the pain somewhat.

Christine groaned aloud, but replied in her head. "Why are you still here?"

I was helping you escape that place, remember?

A nurse walked into the room. "Oh good, you're awake. We will treat your burns for a few more days and back to prison with you! Can't have any more stunts like that, can we?" The nurse spoke sweetly with a subtle hint of sarcasm, which Christine was able to pick up.

Okay, I don't feel like suffering your wrath right now... bye!

The Squip disappeared out of sight, knowing how Christine could get. Sure, she couldn't do anything to hurt it in any way, but it was better safe than sorry.

"I bet you'll be pleased to know that your father was promptly fired and will, in fact, be joining you in jail! Isn't that exciting?"

It's probably worth noting that this nurse was never particularly fond of Dr. Canigula after he belittled her for being more knowledgeable than him in a particular field of medicine. Despite it being true, Dr. Canigula went on a rampage about how there was no way a woman could be smarter than him.

Yeah, his logic didn't make much sense.

Christine just sneered at the nurse as she put some type of ointment on a few of the burns.

Of course, back to square one. She's probably going to get a longer sentence too, attempting to burn down a jail probably wasn't legal. All of that and her copy of Romeo and Juliet was no longer existent.

Just great.

-

Eight days after the most recent incident, Michael got to visit Jeremy after school.

Again, the boy remained unconscious. Michael had a one-sided conversation with him for a while before he stood up to leave.

As he was walking out the door, he took one more look at his boyfriend.

He was about to turn back and walk out to his car, but then Jeremy's hand twitched.

Michael rushed back to Jeremy's side, ever so hopeful.

Jeremy was struggling. All of the voices in his head screamed at him to wake up, but his eyelids felt like they were bonded together with cement.

He couldn't help but notice the familiarity of the struggle he was facing. His medically induced coma was not too long ago and it felt just like this.

He was unaware of how long he'd been sleeping. It could've been hours, weeks, even months. Jeremy wanted answers, and that's what motivated him to be able to flutter his eyes open.

Tears of happiness threatened to spill out of Michael's eyes.

Croakily, Jeremy said, "Hey, Michael? how long have I been..." he was deciding whether to say asleep or unconscious, but Michael interrupted his moment of silence.

"A week and a day, I know it wasn't that long, but I thought I r-really was going to l-lose you."

Michael's voice started breaking, he tried so hard not to cry, but his emotions were overwhelming.

Jeremy was feeling pretty weak, so he and Michael just cuddled into each other, enjoying the others presence.

A/N: I had an idea to end this chapter but I'm just going to use it to end next chapter.