~•Aphmau•~
Three weeks ago, he promised me he would be okay. Three weeks ago, everything was fine. Nothing was going to happen, to our extent in knowledge.

Well, the exact opposite happened.

Garroth went into a coma after complications in surgery. None of us know when he's going to wake up. For all we know, he's never waking up.

It breaks me every day.

I feel bad, almost. My cancer is well under control and I don't need surgery to take any tumors out. Sure, I feel like crap all the time, but that's nothing compared to what Garroth will feel.

"Aphmau, do you want to go see Garroth?" Mom asks.

I nod, hoping they'll let me in. Jumping off the bed, I almost run to his room. Once we get there, I see him on a bed with countless IV's in both arms and a cannula up his nose. My heart breaks for him. I look on the other side of the room, seeing his mom sitting across from him, her hands clasped together and eyes scared as ever.

I knock on the door and start to turn the knob. Zianna pretty much lets me in whenever, especially when it's for Garroth. But I feel a hand wrap around my arm lightly. I turn around to see a doctor, about a foot taller than me.

"I'm sorry, it's family only," he says solemnly.

"But I-" I begin, but he cuts me off.

"'No exceptions, I'm sorry," he lets go of my arm and stands up straight, making him appear taller.

Then, Zianna comes out. She looks at me and then looks at the doctor. I glance back into the window but look back at both of them.

"Are you sure we can't let her in?" Zianna asks, "She's a close friend, and it'd be good for him."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Ro'Meave. I can't do that, hospital policy," he says as he walks away.

I look up at Zianna and she looks down at me with a sad look on her face. I look down and sigh. She kneels down and talks in a quiet, but serious tone.

"I'm sorry, Aphmau, I wish I could change it," she says.

I nod, "Just... Say hi to him for me?"

Zianna nods and goes back into the room. I look back into the window to see him, still asleep. A hand grabs my shoulder and leads me away.

I love you, Garroth.

~•Zianna•~
This scenario is just a bunch of deja vu. Except, this time around, he doesn't ask about his father all the time. As a two year old, Garte was the only person he wanted when he was sick.

"I... better go," Garte said, trying to put 1 year old Garroth is his hospital crib.

Garroth grabbed onto his shirt and cried. Garte tried to release his grip, but Garroth's grip was too tight. He looked down at the baby with sad eyes. You could tell how bad it was going to be when he was going to get deployed.

I picked him up, "He'll be back, buddy."

"Daddy!" He reached for his father and screamed.

Garte's eyes brimmed tears, "Should I even go? I mean, Zianna, I-"

"You have to, I'll take care of him," I said firmly while stroking Garroth's hair.

"Stay!" Garroth exclaimed, gaining a stronger grip on his shirt.

Garte looked at me with eyes that begged to stay. I looked at him with serious eyes.

"Garte. Go," I demanded.

He sighed and kissed Garroth's forehead, "I love you, little man." He said as he left.

Garroth cried and kept reaching in that same direction his father left. I tried to calm him the best I could, stroking what hair he had and shushing him. Nothing worked for the next 10 minutes, but he eventually calmed down and turned to me.

"He come back?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Always, buddy," I smiled at him.

He never gave up his father without a fight. But this time, as a 12 year old, he's okay with it.

Just as long as Garte doesn't die.

~•Garroth•~
I don't ever remember being in a coma before. But I see and hear everything that's going on. I hear mom talking to me and I saw Aphmau getting rejected to come in.

That literally broke every piece in me.

I wanted her to come in so bad. I was waiting for the day that would happen. And now it won't. She can't see me while I'm in a coma. It's like torture, not being able to talk to your family.

Dad's probably in Afghanistan by now. I pray that he's safe, nobody has told me he's dead yet. He better come back, he promised all of us.

"Aphmau says hi, buddy," mom's voice says. I can feel her grab my hand. "She can come in later. I promise."

I nod and smile, even though no one can see it. I'm excited to see her, even if it's the last thing I do.

~•Garte•~
I hold the delicate picture of my three boys. The picture is almost torn, but I keep it so that doesn't happen. They're all smiling brightly, so happy and innocent.

"Those your boys?" A soldier sitting next to me asks.

I nod, "Yeah. All three of them."

"You keep telling us that one has cancer. I don't mean to be rude, but which one is that?"

"Garroth," I say, pointing to him.

"I'm sorry, Ro'Meave. That's gotta suck."

"Yeah, it kinda does."

Just then, the Colonel runs into the room, dirt and blood covering his face.

"Lieutenant Ro'Meave, Sargent Lorde, we need you out here now," he says, severely out of breath.

Lorde and I get up immediately, grabbing helmets and guns. Making sure they're fully loaded, we nod to each other and run in the direction of noise. We both hide behind barriers and then turn to start shooting.

Everyone hits a few people. Some die, some don't. I keep shooting, not realizing where I'm shooting, mostly just trying to hit the enemy. I run out of bullets and go behind the barrier to reload. Once I'm done, I go back out and start firing once again.

"You good, Ro'Meave?!" Lorde shouts.

"Yeah, I'm-"

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Man, that was hard to write. So many different POV's when I'm so used to just one. Hope you guys liked the change!

Btw, I got help for the insanely long flashback from @Cray_Hair_Lover.

Thanks for reading! Bai!
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