forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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(Yessss he could like, get into a coma or something??)

The people rolled him away and into the building, he laid his head back and realized Macha was no longer at his side. "Macha…where…" And then he blacked out.

(yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss)

"No– you have to let me through! He's my boyfriend and he's dying!" Tears were streaming down Macha's cheeks as she struggled against the hold of several nurses. The doctors wheeling Tyler away turned a corner, and he was gone. "Please!" she begged, choking on another sob. The nurses looked at each other, having a silent eye-contact conversation before relenting and letting her through.

She practically sprinted down the hall, her heart in her throat, panic filling every single cell in her body.
Blood.
Screams.
Tyler.

Again and again, the prophecy came back to her, and she almost threw up in a potted plant before she finally reached him. "Tyler!"

The doctors rolled him into a room and shut the door behind them. He proceeded to be in surgery for the next six hours until they finally finished and put him in a hospital room.

Macha kept tight hold of Tyler's hand as they rolled him into his room, sitting carefully on the side of his bed until, hours later, he still showed no signs of stirring. She'd remained at his side the whole time through the procedure, tears occasionally slipping down her face.

Thoroughly worried and terrified, she called upon a nurse to check in on him. "He's not waking up- it's been almost twelve hours–"

"He's in a coma. We're not sure for how long, it's hard to say. You should go home sweetie, get some rest." The doctor said, taking a couple steps into the room and laying her hand on Macha's shoulder.
(yeah the doctor is a girl, freaking equality)

(eyyyyyy lol)

Macha almost choked, eyes widening in shock and fear. "What???? He's– Oh god–" The tears came again, faster than before. "Is– Is he going to make it??" Her hands shook as she grasped one of Tyler's, willing him to wake up. He didn't.

“I don’t know honey. We’re going to give him a couple weeks to wake up and if not..well…” She trailed off, hugging Macha.

Macha pulled away, wiping furiously at her cheeks. She failed at ridding them of tears and turned back to Tyler. She pressed his hand to her heart, body wracked with sobs.

Tyler lay still, curled up on his side, his breathing normal. Looking like he could wake up any second. There was a steady beep coming from the heart monitor. He didn’t stirr.

"T-Tyler–" she choked out, pushing his hand harder against her heart as if she could transfer the frenzied beating from her chest to his– even thought she knew he was alive– she wanted to give him life. Tyler….. Oh god Tyler—
"I– I didn't even- I didn't even get to say I love you–"

(Should it be a whole thing or should it just be like ooohoho life!)

kk :)

Macha's phone was ringing, it was one of the doctors that had performed on Tyler.
(wow that sucked but y'know. ??)

(it's fine, dw about it, I've given you wayyyy worse lines than that)

Macha immediately picked it up and put it to her ear, hands shaking. "Doctor???" Her heart pounded, hoping for the best but fearing the worse. Life had been absolute hell without Tyler, one panic attack after the other, sleepless nights, trying and failing to cut her stone skin, crying night and day because she missed him. So. F*cking. Much.

(lol not true)

"Yes. Hello Macha. I have some bad news. Tyler isn't doing well. We don't think keeping him on life support is doing him any favors so if you want to come down, say goodbye.."

(Yeah I have)

Macha felt like her life was about to end. She broke down completely, body wracked with sobs, her voice breaking every time she tried to speak. “No— you can’t— please just one more week— please I’m begging you—“

(Hmm)

"I'm sorry…his body is starting to shut down on its own. We can't do anything about it.." The doctor said quietly.

(Hmmmmmmmmmmm)

“I—“ Macha choked on another sob. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” She hung up before they could reply, shaking uncontrollably from head to toe. It felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest. No, it felt worse than that. She felt like she was dying. And in a way, she was. Macha vowed to herself that as long as Tyler wasn’t alive, she wouldnt be either.

She arrived at the hospital ten minutes later, inconsolable.

(HMMM)

The nurse left the room quietly when they saw Macha come in. Tyler's heart rate had slowed a little. He looked so peaceful, so calm.

(hMmMmMmM)

Macha was the exact opposite of calm. She was a raging storm, a hurricane of emotions, a house on fire, a balloon about to burst. “T-Tyler—“ Tears were dripping off her chin and onto his shirt. She pressed her forehead against his, pushing every single positive emotion she could think of into his still form, trying to give him the happiest last few moments of his life. She was a mess, sobbing loudly, gripping his face in her hands, shaking all over, but she couldn’t care less. All that mattered was Tyler. She would trade places with him in the blink of an eye—— that was it.

Macha froze for a split second, then stopped feeding Tyler positive emotions. Instead, she focused on every single best of her heart, every breath she took, every indication of life in her body— and pushed it into Tyler.

(Hmhmhmhmhm)

A finger, just a finger, twitches slightly as Macha feeds life into him. His heart rate picked up a little.

(Is it bad that this was making me cry)

Macha’s heart soared. She didn’t stop to think, only poured every single inch of her being into Tyler, channeling her life force. She was draining herself, she could feel it, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was Tyler.

(Lol I was already crying and this is not helping xD)

Tyler stirred a little, raising a shaky hand to push her away. A second later to heaved over and coughed hard, a painful, rasping sound. He stopped coughing and laid there, breathing heavy, his face turned away from Macha.

(Aw sorry
We can stop if you want)

Macha cried out in relief, opening her mouth to speak, to yell, to hug him fiercely—— but by the time she parted her lips again, she was falling to the ground.
Dead.
(Hm or is she?)

(No no it’s fine)
(Ahhhhhhh machaaaaaaaaaa)

Tyler turned around, his eyes wide at the sight of the girl laying on the ground. “Hello? Are you okay?” He asked, leaning down and nudging her slightly. Just then, a nurse walked in and her mouth dropped open. “You’re awake!” She exclaimed, walking briskly over to the bed and pushing Tyler back down on his back. “You need rest. I’ll worry bout her.” She said, kneeling down next to Macha and checking for a pulse.

(Wait does Tyler not remember her?)
(G’morning)

Darkness.

All she could see was darkness.

An endless plane of black, existing with no concept of time or anything else, hanging in between life and death for eternity until—

Tyler.

She could hear his voice, though she didn’t actually know who he was. Or who she was.

Tyler.

Thump, thump.

Thump, thump.

His heart, beating.
He was alive.

(HheeeehhehehehehAHAHAHAHA)
(How are you?)

Tyler sat up again, looking down at the girl. Something about her was familiar. “What happened to her?” He asked the nurse and she shook her head. “Not sure, but we’ll get her some help.” She said, calling for one of Tyler’s doctors.

(STOP)
(Hehe maybe I’ll kill Macha for real if he’s forgetting her…)
(Tired, but good. You?)

She was no longer swimming through darkness. She was remembering. Every single memory of him, replayed over and over and over again.

She was younger. There was a boy with blue hair and he wanted to kill her.

She was walking on the street. Bumping into someone. And his voice. His voice was like home.

Tyler.

A kiss. A gunshot. A scream.
Lunch out
at a sushi place.

The memories went on. She edged closer to Death.