3 Days Later
In the bright hospital room, a teenage boy lay motionless in a coma, his form barely visible beneath the sterile white sheets.
Machines hummed softly around him, monitoring his vital signs with unwavering vigilance.
His face, normally animated with expressions of life, now bore the serene stillness of unconsciousness.
Tubes and wires snaked from his body to various monitors, evidence of the medical team's relentless efforts to sustain his fragile thread of existence.
Despite the beeping of machines and occasional shuffling of medical staff, eerie tranquility hung heavy in the air, as if time itself had slowed to a standstill in deference to Daniel's suspended state.
"WHEN WILL HE RECOVER?!?! That boy in there is my student, if ANYTHING happens to him, I will wreak havoc in this hospital and give everyone related to his recovery case HELL!"
"Calm down sir, we're trying our best."
"Well, your best isn't good enough. Both of them are my students, I want them in healthy condition within 3 days!"
"Sir, we can't promise anything. The male is in a coma with no expected recovery, we've done the best for his gunshot wounds to his legs BUT we can't promise he'll ever walk again. The girl, on the other hand, is on the route to a speedy recovery. She should be discharged within the next 3 days, but the bad news is she won't be able to do physical activities for a while, with a mix of on and off stomach problems."
On the adjacent bed, Selena lay in stark contrast, her body wracked with pain from a gunshot wound to her stomach.
The crimson stain spreading across her hospital gown testified to the severity of her injury.
Despite the agony etched upon her features, her eyes remained wide open, reflecting a mixture of fear, determination, and an unyielding will to survive.
Nurses bustled around her, administering care with practiced efficiency, yet Selena's gaze remained fixed on Daniel, her silent companion in this shared room of suffering.
In the quiet moments between bouts of excruciating pain, her thoughts drifted to him, wondering if he could hear her whispers of encouragement, hoping against hope for his eventual awakening.
"Nakimura-san, please be ok."
Two souls intertwined by fate, their destinies bound together within the sterile confines of a hospital room, each clinging to the fragile thread of life in their own way.
Former Kawasaki House
"He still isn't awake?"
"We can't wait here forever waiting for him to wake up, they're probably already looking for us, which will eventually lead them here."
"Well we're not fucking leaving him, whoever tries to leave will have to go through me. He's the leader of our Family, and I'm the grand elder, Kiyomi is the Head Mistress. You two lil niggas ain't even ranks yet, so pipe yall lil ass down before I put yall to sleep with him."
Midnight, Ian, and Tela began to argue amongst themselves. The group managed to escape the school in terrible condition, with their leader in a dead-like condition.
For the past 3 days, they've been holed in JacQuarius's former home. How did they escape?
Well after the ghost hands caused Daniel's utter defeat, Ian ensured he couldn't recover and attacked him with 13 more Ghost Hands, making him faint from mental exhaustion.
Tela then awoke and decided to take extreme measures, breaking both of Daniel's legs and putting a bullet in each one.
JacQuarius uttered a few words before he collapsed as well," Take me home."
They met with futile resistance during their escape and journey to JacQuarius's former home, fulfilling his last request right before he collapsed.
Throughout the past few days, they've all taken turns watching him, with Kiyomi taking most of the turns.
As Kiyomi sat beside JacQuarius's bed, her fingers gently intertwined with his, she couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of sorrow and hope washing over her.
She had been by his side since the Tipton hotel incident, faithfully keeping vigil as he lay motionless, trapped in the realm between consciousness and oblivion.
She managed to do what others couldn't.
She could see through his demon-like nature, his Fetty wap looking appearance, his now fucked up teeth.
She knew behind the monster, was a kind-hearted thoughtful man. Or is it?
Inside JacQuarius's Dream
In the depths of his coma-induced dream, JacQuarius found himself wandering through a surreal landscape, where reality twisted and contorted with each step.
Colors bled into one another, and the air hummed with an otherworldly energy.
As he traversed this ethereal realm, a familiar figure emerged from the mist: Lil Joey, his best friend.
At first, JacQuarius couldn't believe his eyes. He reached out tentatively, his fingers trembling with a mixture of disbelief and longing. Lil Joey's form shimmered before him, a mirage of memories and emotions.
"Lil Joey?" JacQuarius called out, his voice choked with emotion.
Lil Joey turned towards him, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Long time no see my nigga," he said, his voice echoing softly in the dreamlike atmosphere.
JacQuarius felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over him—joy at seeing his friend again, and sorrow at the reminder of his untimely departure from the world.
"Nigga, I failed you," JacQuarius said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lil Joey's smile widened, and he gestured for JacQuarius to join him. "I've been waiting for you nigga, yes you lost. But you can't quit here. It's Us vs. The world like how it has always been, but you're doing it in my name now. You lost the battle, but the war is far from over."
Together, they walked through the dreamscape, reminiscing about old times, and sharing stories and laughter as if no time had passed at all.
Lil Joey's presence was a balm to JacQuarius's soul, easing the pain of his absence in the waking world.
As they journeyed deeper into the dream, JacQuarius felt a sense of peace settle over him.
For the first time since the incident, he was able to let go of his fears and uncertainties, finding solace in the companionship of his dear friend.
"I promise to you, I will get it back in blood for not just you. But you, and Timm, and Seimaric. It's always seemed like the World has been against us. Bitch ass niggas like Chao, Snake ass niggas like Daniel, backdoor ass bitches like Selena. But for my niggas, I'll fuck the world up or die tryin."
At The Hospital
Selena sat vigilantly beside Daniel's hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the fragile state he was in.
She watched him intently, his face peaceful in slumber, yet marred by the traces of pain etched upon his features.
In the quiet of the hospital room, Selena's thoughts drifted, her gaze softening as she reflected on the circumstances that had brought them together.
Initially, her presence was merely out of obligation—a duty to support a friend's friend in his time of need.
But as the days stretched on, and Daniel remained ensconced in the depths of his coma, something shifted within Selena.
She found herself growing increasingly empathetic towards him, her heart aching for the struggles he faced.
She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for her initial indifference, realizing now the depth of his suffering and the fragility of life itself.
As she sat by his side, holding his hand in hers, Selena felt a sense of kinship blossoming between them. She admired Daniel's resilience, and his unwavering spirit in the face of adversity. She found herself yearning for his recovery, willing him to awaken from his slumber and reclaim the life that had been put on hold.
"That damn JacQuarius, I can't believe I once considered that monkey as a friend. Mother was right, Monkeys will always be monkeys."
Daniel then wakes up.
10 minutes later
Chenjao busts through the door, immediately running to Daniel's side.
"Out my way woman, move your ant hands."
"Nakimura-san, how are you?"
"I can't feel my legs, master. I can't feel my legs. The doctor said that I'm never gonna walk again."
"Don't worry Nakimura-san, as long as you're alive, we can fix this. Let's go meet my friend, he can help."
10 minutes ago, at the Former Kawasaki House
JacQuarius Wakes Up.