In this one, you fell into a coma, and Wes can barley live with himself. The story is based off of the song 'Breakeven' by The Script. I may do a couple more like this, based off of songs, because I enjoy writing them. I you wanna suggest a song, just comment the song, and what it's about, then I'll try to work on it! Enjoy the chapter!
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I'm still alive but I'm barley breathing. Jut pray to a God that I don't believe in. 'Cause I got time while she got freedom. 'Cause when her heart breaks no I don't Breakeven.

You were driving home from work, while Wes was staying late at the office editing a couple videos. There was a drunk driver at an intersection, and they hit the driver side of your car at 50 miles per hour (or Kilometers per hour). You passed out on impact, and had a severe concussion. The first person contacted was Wes, and he went straight to the hospital. He was pissed that the staff wouldn't let him see you, as they were trying to set your left arm, since it was broken. "PLEASE! I HAVE TO SEE HER!" He begged, as Anthony, Joven, and Flitz tried to hold him back. "Sir, she's had a serious concussion, she has a broken arm, four broken ribs, and a terrible head injury. You can see Y/N soon, just please calm down," The nurse said.

Her best days will be some of my worst. She finally met a man that's gonna put her first. While I'm wide awake she's got no trouble sleeping. 'Cause when her heart breaks no I don't Breakeven, even, no!

"(First and Last Name)?" The doctor called. The whole crew stood up. "Just her close relatives." He clarified. Wes walked up to him, his eyes red and puffy. "Is she okay?" He asked. "Y/N is in a coma, and she might not wake up. I'm very sorry. You can go see her." He said sadly. Wes nodded, and walked to your hospital room, biting his bottom lip to keep from cursing everything. When he saw you, laying there motionless, he burst into tears. "Why did this have to happen? Why Y/N?! Why not me?!" He asked to nobody in particular. After his little 'fit' was over, he pulled a chair close to hit bed, and took your hand. "I promise, everything is gonna be okay, Y/N. You're gonna be okay." He said, kissing the back of your hand.

What am I s'posed to do when the best part of me was always you? What am I s'posed to say when I'm all choked up but you're okay? I'm falling to pieces, yeah! I'm falling to pieces!

"The doctors say you can hear me, and what's going on. I don't know what you did to deserve this. I've been praying that you're gonna be okay. I love you so much, Y/N. You're the best thing that's ever been mine. You are my best friend, and I need you to wake up, for me. For your family, for our friends. For me. The best part of me is you. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." Wes said. He was falling apart. The fans were so worried about you, and always tweeted positive things to Wes so he could feel better, but it didn't really help. #Don'tGiveUpY/N started trending on Twitter, and Wes was glad that people cared about you, but was also pissed off with himself, for not being able to stop what happened.

They say bad things happen for a reason. But no wise words are gonna stop the bleeding. While she's moved on, while I'm still breathing! When her heart breaks no I don't Breakeven, even, no!

"I talked to your (brother/sister) today. They're so worried about you. They said bad things happen for a reason, but I feel like this happened because I'm hated so damn much. This wasn't supposed to happen to you, but it's affecting me so much more. I need you to hold on, and keep fighting for me. I need you to be okay. I need you." He cried. It's been 6 months. 6 months since that so-called 'accident' happened. And for the past 6 months, Wes, who was once happy and lovable, turned into someone he's not. He started drinking. He rarely went to work, or posted videos. He stopped talking to the crew, all because of what happened.

Oh, what am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you? What am I s'posed to say when I'm all choked up but you're okay? I'm falling to pieces, yeah! I'm falling to pieces, yeah! I'm falling to pieces, yeah! I'm falling to pieces, yeah!

After almost a year, he finally started to go back to normal. Kind of. He realized that it wasn't his fault, and it wasn't worth crying, or turning into an introvert over. "Hey, Y/N. I miss you so, so much. I don't think you realize how much you've affected me. You are my everything. You're my favorite person to be with. Even when you're stuck in this fucking coma, I still have you with me. You're not gone, and you're not going to be anytime soon. I don't think I understood why I was even upset. I have to go now, but I'll be back soon." He said, kissing your forehead and walking away.

Oh, you've got his heart and my heart, and none of the pain. You took your suitcase and I took the blame. Now I'm trying to make sense of what little remains, ooh! 'Cause you left me with no love and honor to my name!

Wes eventually started interacting with people, and giving regular calls to your family, telling them what's going on with you. The apartment you two share is so empty with just Wes. It's not filled with your favorite songs, or your singing, or the funny movies you two used to watch. Wes's heart was broken on that day, and nobody but you could mend it.

I'm still alive, but I'm barley breathing. Just pray to a God that I don't believe in. 'Cause I've got time while she's got freedom! 'Cause when her heart breaks, no I don't Breakeven, no I don't break no I don't Breakeven, no!

He prayed every day for you to come back. He rarely left the house. The shimmer in his once big, brown eyes was now dull. It was rare that he got a good night's sleep, because it was usually interrupted by horrible nightmares. Nightmares of you dying, or never waking up, or even him being blamed for the accident. He almost couldn't take it. Wes Johnson was going insane. Insane for your warm, comforting touch; insane for the constant smile that danced on your lips.

Insane for you.

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you? What am I s'posed to say when I'm all choked up but you're okay? I'm falling to pieces, yeah! I'm falling to pieces, yeah! I'm falling to pieces!I'm falling to pieces, yeah! I'm still alive, but I'm barley breathing. Just pray to a God that I don't believe in. When I'm wide awake she's got no trouble sleeping!

He was going to propose after you got home that day. He had everything set up perfectly, but that one person ruined it. Ruined your life. Ruined Wes's life. He just sat there during visiting hours, hoping, praying, that you would instantly wake up. It never helped.

'Cause when her heart breaks, no I don't Breakeven.

The doctors had to pull the plug, after three years of fighting for your life, they had to end it. Wes's life basically ended, too. He didn't have his favorite girl to spend it with, so what was the point? The crew was devastated. The last words Wes ever said to you were:

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Y/N. I love you."

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I was crying so hard while writing this part. Sorry it's so sad! 😁.

-RP12