If Heaven were on Earth

Andy's POV:

She's been under since we got here.

Nicole passed out at Oliver's house after she saw us shouting, and has been unconscious since. The doctors say that her concussion was actually worse than any of us realized, and any trauma added to her surroundings only made it substantially worse.

Oli il and I made an agreement to chalk ourselves down at least until she was stable again, then I don't know what I'll do to that bastard. But he did save her, so he does earn some credit, just not enough for me to forget that he basically sabotaged my relationship with Nikki. Fucking asshole.

The he doctor also claims that she needs for a potential guardian to be here for when she wakes up, which is not going to happen. I won't let her parents anywhere near her; all they do is harm her. My poor angel.

I grasp one of her hands with mine, running my fingers absentmindedly over her knuckles, my thumb pressing slightly into her pulse point. I can feel a feel bumps in the soft skin: scar tissue from her slowly healing cuts.

My heart aches just thinking about her wanting to intentionally hurt herself. She shouldn't have to, in my eyes, she's perfect, she's all that matters.

If glance up at her comatose face: her skin appears to be an unnatural chalky white, an indication of blood loss from a gash we didn't know she had in the back of her head. There's a small cut against her forehead that seems to pulse with every breath she takes. Beneath her closed lids, her eyes are frantically moving around, as if trying to wake up.

And then she does.


Nikki's POV:

My eyes snap open.

I jerk upright into a sitting position, my heart beating wildly and my breaths shallow. My gaze travels from Andy, sitting by my bedside, to Oli, meaning casually against the wall, and the small hospital room.

I attempt to catch my breath and I turn back to Andy, feeling both confused and ashamed. "Andy, I-" I start, glancing nervously at Oli.

But Andy shushes me and pulls me into a hug, keeping me locked in his warm embrace, and I pull away, wanting answers before I am comforted.

"Wasn't I already here?" I ask, frowning at the familiar space, "my parents signed me out. I remrmber."

The two boys give each other a look and frown, before Oli replies, "this is the first time you've been in the hospital, tonight at least. And we haven't seen your parents."

My eyes widen and I lean back in my bed, trying to process this new information. It was a dream?

Notes

Yeah, this is kinda my signature thing for my stories: comas.
I just enjoy tricking you guys, sorry!

So Nicole did not kiss Oliver, but she dreamed that she did, which may or may not affect her feelings for Andy. GO TEAM ANDY