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RomanoxReader: Remember Me? Please? {Part Two}

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RomanoxReader - Remember Me? Please?
*Cursing and drama warning*


*{Part Two}*
*{Reader POV}*

It was quiet. Almost as if...I was floating in water, or something similar. I couldn’t move my body, but I kept feeling something touch me. I had this notion I was moving. But I wasn’t actually moving. Or was I?

I couldn’t clear my mind. On top of not being able to move, there was a fog in my mind. Who was I? What is going on? As far as I thought I knew, this isn’t normal. Or was it? I couldn’t make sense of anything in my head.

Some fog cleared. But with the fog vanishing, pain hit my entire body. I tried to make a sound, find a way to get rid of the searing pain that stabbed my entire body. I felt something go into my arm, and the pain went away. Even then, I was still in this black abyss. This floating abyss. At least I wasn’t in pain anymore.

Facts. Maybe if I keep thinking, I’ll figure something out. I am thinking in English. It was a weak fact, but I had one. I am female. Okay, I had two facts. But the important facts kept slipping out of my grasp. What was my name? How old am I? Do I have family? Friends? Why am I here?

Time...I had no indication of time. Not knowing if my time had stopped. The only indication of moments passing were my thoughts and this feeling of something touching me. Has it been days? Years? Should I even be able to think right now? It made my already pounding head spin a little more. Am I dead? Should I be feeling pain?

I felt something touch my palm. I willed every fiber in my body to react back to this touch. Let them know I’m here. Please notice. Please move! I don’t care if I’ve been out for years, just react to this hand! I’m here, I’m here! React! My fingers twitched. Whatever that was touching my hand, felt the twitch. I knew this because it gripped my hand tighter. Was it another hand? Another person? Whoever or whatever was there, knows I reacted. I wasn’t alone.

The sensation left my hand, and I couldn’t move any part of my body again. They had left. But in my thoughts, I was so happy I was able to communicate to something, I didn’t care if I was alone again. They know I’m here.

Time passed again before I was able to gather my thoughts again. It was as if I had fallen asleep in this abyss. Pain had brought me back to my thoughts. It was back. Knives being stabbed in every muscle, every inch of my body screaming. Why was I in so much pain? I tried screaming. It was silent. This damned silence. Pitch black abyss and damned silence. It was going to drive me insane. I needed to get out!

As if some higher being heard my plea, a spot of gray appeared in my vision. Far off, like the end of a tunnel. I started to try and reach it, but stopped myself. A sentence appeared in my mind. “Don’t head towards the light.” I didn’t know why I thought of that sentence. Does it mean something? I didn’t care. Anything to get out of the darkness. I bite through the pain, trying to make my way to the light. Was I even moving? Was I floating towards the light? The gray spot grew slightly.

Before I knew it, I was being blinded some the brightest white light. The light made my head split in several pieces. I closed my eyes quickly, not wanting to endure more pain. Someone must have past by, as a soft weight is put on my upper arm. The light is darkened, making it possible for me to open my eyes. I open my eyes and see a large hand shielding my eyes from the light.

“Miss {Full Name}? You are at a hospital.”

Hospital? Of course, it’s a place where injured people go. Does that mean I’m injured? And {Full Name}. Was that what I am called.

“You were in an accident. You are in the intensive care unit after surgery. Can you answer me?”

Accident? Surgery? What happened? I try to reply, but my muscles don’t respond to my commands. I try to look at the person shielding my eyes, but I feel myself slipping back to the abyss. I get a glimpse of a person in white, before I’m dragged back to the space inside my mind.

Again, I open my eyes and find myself in the silent abyss. I still can’t move. But maybe I can organize my thoughts. I am in a hospital. That explains the pain. If I’m in the intensive care unit, I haven’t been here for long. And if I’m able to think, I shouldn’t be in a coma. I didn’t see a mask on my face when I opened my eyes, so I’m able to breath by myself.

The man had called me {Full Name}. That must be what I’m called. It sounded familiar. Something rang a bell in my thoughts. A memory? If I can’t remember memories, do I have amnesia? An accident sounds like a reasonable way to get my head hit hard enough to knock my memories out of me.

I felt something slide into my skin again. The pain began to vanish. I must have been given some kind of an injection of pain reliever. I sighed mentally when I saw the fog swirl around me again. I guess it means it’s time to rest.


*{Timeskip of damned silence and pitch black abyss}*

How much time has passed now? What I wouldn’t give for a watch. Just to know how much time has passed. I have been floating in this abyss for a long time, or at least, that’s how it’s felt like. I was able to gather more facts in my time alone. I can understand and figure out how to form sentences, so I haven’t forgotten things I’ve learned a very long time ago. But most memories were still lost. All I had was that I was in a hospital, I am called {Name}, I was in an accident, and I’m a student at the university.

I have been able to float out of the abyss several times. Each time I opened my eyes, my eyes were shielded from the light and I was told the facts. Sometimes a doctor was next to me. Often, it were the nurses. I was able to keep my eyes open for at least thirty seconds. In this time, I was told who I was, why I was here, and one other fact they knew. The only one I remembered was that I was a student. I was not able to speak back, or respond in any way when my eyes were open. When I was dragged back into the abyss, I was always given something in an IV, to ease the large amount of pain I was in.

Most of the time, I responded to touches by twitching my fingers and sometimes grabbing the hand that was placed in my palm. I was there. They knew I was there, but it was almost as if I wasn’t allowed to stay conscious. I was chained in the silent abyss. It wasn’t as silent as before, thankfully. Maybe I heard a nurse say a word or something that was said over an annoying public announcement system. It wasn’t much, but it kept the silence from making me go mad.  

The gray light came back and I floated back to the living world. The lights came on as bright as before. I still couldn’t do anything except close my eyes and hope they adjust soon. A shadow came over my eyes again. I squinted over at the person. It was the same doctor that is over my bed most of the time.

“Miss {Name}, we’re moving you to another room, okay? Maybe if you’re in a calmer room, you can stay conscious for a longer time.”

This time, I was barely able to comprehend his sentence before I was pulled back. Faint fog swirled around me. I felt blankets being lightly tucked around me, to keep me from moving around too much. I was moving. Maybe the bed I was on is moving. I couldn’t tell. After a while, the moving stopped. I felt myself being lifted off the bed and laid into another one.

I heard a nurse whisper, “I’m putting a new IV in your arm,” before she stuck the needle under my skin. I was happy that she remembered that I am actually there, mentally, and didn’t just jam the thing in my vein.

The nurses left the room, but I felt like I wasn’t alone in the room. A small hand placed itself on top of mine. A small voice found it’s way through the haze of the abyss in parts.

“{Name}...Wake up...Me?” Her voice seemed very soothing and nostalgic.

A second voice, barely above a whisper, also came through the abyss. “...Kumajiji...Know him...” The bed moved underneath me, as if a weight was put on it. A breath of air moved over my hand before something rough and wet moved over my hand. I knew this feeling. My hand twitched in some faint memory of this feeling.

Afterwards I felt a hand interlock their fingers with mine. Almost no voice came through the abyss though. Mostly small words I couldn’t understand with bits of English mixed in.

“...Ragazza...wake...waiting...amo...Lasciate...che...amo...” After the first few words, I squeezed this person’s hand. It seemed nice and familiar. Like I’ve held it before.

I slowly faded away from the voices and the touches. I fought with all my being to stay awake. I wanted to stay close to them. These people might be family. Or they might know me.

As I slowly slipped away, a song found it’s way through the dark abyss and into my mind. This song. With every ounce of strength I had left, I strained myself to pick up the song.

“...All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.”

The hand that was intertwined with mine stayed where it was. A faint humming sound came along with the song.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.”

Whistling also found it’s way through the abyss. It broke through the walls of the fog.

“Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly. Into the light of the dark black night!”

That voice. It was the first voice that I heard after being moved. The singing was so strong, it seemed to whittle away at the pitch blackness that surrounded me. I was able to twitch my hand to let the other person know I can hear them. The whistling came in response to my twitch.

“Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly. Into the light of the dark black night! Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise...”

The voice seems to crack and fade a bit. No, please don’t leave! I’m listening, I’m here! Once again, I cursed the fact I couldn’t speak or do more than twitch my hand.

“You were only waiting for this moment to arise. You were only waiting for this moment to arise.”

Someone else finished the song for the first voice. His voice. It completed the job the first singer started. The abyss was fading away. It was setting me free. I felt the hand try and slip away from my grasp. I instinctively squeezed my hand, trying to keep the owner of the hand close.

I looked around and saw the dark and silent abyss had nearly vanished. My prison was gone. I floated out of the cage of my mind, and felt myself slip back into my own body.

The lights were bright, but not as bad as the ICU room. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanted to hurt my eyes by opening them too soon. I frowned and squinted up as my eyes adjusted.

“Grazie a Dio che sei sveglio, ragazza.”

I slowly turned my eyes and I was met with four worried faces looking over at me. I carefully examined each face. A small girl with long brown hair and a tear stained face. Behind her, a young man with blonde hair and glasses, holding a polar bear, carefully watched my face. Slightly behind and to the right of the blonde haired man was another man, but he had white hair and shockingly red eyes. I looked over at the one holding my hand. His amber eyes held relief, but his slightly disheveled hair showed how worried he must have been...for me?

“{Name}?” The youngest girl had what looked like tears of happiness forming at the corner of her eyes.

I paused for a moment. Many of the things I had thought about while in the abyss were very fuzzy for me. “{Name}...Is that what I’m called?”

A look of horror passed over all the faces in an instant. “Hey, Frau, you’re joking, right?” The white-haired man asked, leaning in slightly .

My face scrunched in confusion. “Frau? What does that mean?”

“{Name}!”

I turned my eyes to my other eyes. A girl with a long and loose braid down her back sat in the bed next to mine. Her eyes were wide.

“{Name}. Who am I?”

I blinked several times, trying to clear my head as much as I could. Sadness came from a forgotten memory, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “I...don’t know...”

The man holding my hand let go as if he was burnt. “Ragazza. Don’t tell me.”

A tear slowly slid down my face, without my knowledge on why I was crying, as I looked over the group of people at my right. “Who are you all?”
I've been working on a request, but since I've been stuck on it, I decided to throw this one out...I had ideas for it, but they all flew out the window. Yay for improv~
Today, I've just been busy cleaning and organizing (I have these moments), so I forgot to eat (like is my habit), and now I have no appetite for most of the food in the fridge. I'm trying to eat something so I can take my dog for his walk (reason why I've been busy).

This was difficult to write after all my plot bunnies escaped. I have researched to much about comas and the mind...My own brain was hurting! I made sure to make this part match the previous part. The doctor did say you responded a few times. 
It's a little short, compared to most fanfics I write. 

As always: I need your feedback! 
Please comment!! I want to know if I did a good job on characters! All comments will help me get started on my next fanfic!
All comments are replied to~!
If you see mistakes, please tell me so I can fix it!

Song used is called Blackbird by the Beatles: www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBKwcj…

Prologue: fav.me/d6vljh4

Characters/Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Cover Picture (c) :Tomatomatomato12:
Story is mine!
You belong to yourself (or Romano. Whichever you prefer)
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Nevermoremist's avatar
Poor Gilbert everyone keeps forgetting about him. No wonder people keep shipping him and Mattie. Both keep getting ignored or forgotten. Good story so far but I really hafta stop finding ask the sad ones in one go lol otherwise I might down myself in tears. Jk