My buddy sent this to me and I decided to use it for this chapter. :)

(REMINDER THAT VINCENT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A GRAPE 24/7. HE LOOKS LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING, an attractive one ;) , WITH PURPLE HAIR)

Vincent woke up with hazy vision. He groaned from the evil light of the sun in his eyes. He raised his arm, that was in a sling, shielding the sun's rays. Vincent sighed in satisfaction.
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"Now what" he spoke aloud as he heard a knock on the door. "Good morning, Vincent! Here are your medications for right now. When you take them, you're able to visit Mike!" Vincent was still kinda tired but he was rEALLY goddamn happy to visit Mike today. "He's in room 19B." The nurse stated. "But we're in 87B!!" Vincent complained not wanting to walk that far. The nurse's chirpy attitude transitioned into a stereotypical emo 12 year old one. "Whoops." She scoffed, rolled her eyes, and walked out of the room.

Vincent laughed, like an 'are you fugghin kiddin me?' laugh, and took his pills.

~time skip to Mike's room~

Vincent got to Mike's room as fast as he could. By the time he got there he was wheezing a little bit. He wasn't allowed to run. All the nurses and doctors know about him, so they all kept a close eye on him while he was speed-walking. "19..-wheeze-..B. maDE IT." Vincent bursted through the door to Mike's room making him jump a little bit. "VINCENT!!!!"
"MIIIIKE OH MY GOD THEY WOULDN'T LET ME SEE YOU. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU MAN??"
"agh.. broken ribs. And I bumped my head a little too hard." Vincent frowned and pulled up a chair. "Are you remembering things okay??" Mike went silent thinking about things that were important. "What's my favorite food?.." Mike thought. "Well I probably forgot things that weren't as important because I'm pretty sure I have everything down."

No, Mike, you don't. :)

"What about you??" Mike asked. "I broke my arm and I got a siCK scar on my leg." Mike crossed his arms. "Lucky bastard. It hurts to breathe with my damn ribs and they're not letting me walk yet." Vincent rolled his eyes and rested his chin in his good hand. He suddenly gasped and sat up quickly. "What??" Asked Mike sightly startled. "What about (Y/n)?!" Vincent stood up and started pacing around the room. Mike frowned already knowing the answer. "Didn't they tell you?" The bruised grape froze and nearly snapped his neck because he looked at him so fast. "No!! But they told you?!"  "Yes."  "ASSHATS!! Alright well, explain." Mike took a deep breath before beginning. "The doctors think she's in a coma--" "A COMA?!?" "...from severe head trauma..she also broke both her legs and there's a deep cut on her face from shattered glass."

Vincent got a little teary-eyed. "Mike what if she doesn't wake up?" Mike chuckled a little. "Holy shit you have a heart? And feelings?" Vincent looked at him sternly. "Mike, for once, I'm serious! And yes I'm not completely dead inside. What'll we do if she doesn't wake up?!" Mike stared at the ground and started to get up. "Woah woah easy, Mike, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Vincent panicked thinking he'll hurt himself. "We're looking for (Y/n). In a coma or not, we need to see her."

Mike got up out of the shitty hospital bed, with help from Vincent of course, and started walking like he was completely fine. "Holy shit you're walking!!" Vincent cheered. "What am I, one??? Of course I can walk douchepants. If the nurses or doctors won't tell us where she is, we'll look for her ourselves." Mike walked out of the room in his hospital gown and weird socks that they give you. They feel like they were made with pubes and they hot glued rubber on the bottom so you don't slip.

The duo walked up to the counter and Vincent politely asked, "Hi we're looking for our friend (Y/n) (L/n) would you happen to know where she is Miss..gooka??" The old woman at the desk narrowed her old, crusty eyes. "Shouldn't you two be in your rooms?" She asked in her raspy voice. "We're okay to walk." Mike quickly lied. Miss Gooka scowled at them and flipped through her checklist. "She's in room 69B." Miss Gooka stated. Vincent started snickering and Mike smacked the back of his head. "Thank you, Miss Gooka, have a nice day!" Mike turned on his heel to leave with Vincent. "Haven't I seen you two somewhere before?" Her loud, groggy voice called out. "Uhh, nope! byE!--" Vincent shouted as Mike started dragging him down the hallway.

Vincent was speed-walking and Mike could barely keep up. Mike would lose his balance a little bit but he would regain himself. "Vincent can you slow the fuCK down I'm practically kiLLinG mYseLF trying to keep up with you!" Vincent stopped in his tracks and turned around. "Hehe..oops. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ " Mike caught up to him and took a deep breath. "We're at 64B. Chillax. We're almost there." Vincent nodded. He was eager to see his beloved friend and I'm sure Mike was too.

"Here it is..(Y/n)'s room." Mike stated. "They covered the window! What the hell! Wait is the door locked??" Vincent became worried as Mike jiggled the handle. "Locked." Mike frowned. Vincent looked down. "Wait!" Mike looked at Vincent in confusion. "What??" Vincent started to pull bobby pins out of his hair. Mike snickered and it soon erupted into full-on laughing. "What're you laughing at?!" Vincent shouted. "That's so gaY, dude!! I have NEVER seen any guy use bobby pins before." Vincent started picking the lock. "Shut your ass up! Be glad I carry these with me you cumquat." Mike crossed his arms.

The door handle clicked. "Got it!" Vincent whisper-yelled. He slowly opened the door, walked in, and looked at Mike. "You said she was in a..coma..?" Vincent asked with his voice shaking. Mike replied with a silent nod and started walking over to (Y/n)'s bed.

She had her nasty scar on her face, it was enough to make the two tear up. The sheet loosely covered the unconscious girl up to her waist. You were clearly able to see that dozens of wires followed into her shirt. The face mask fogged up with every breath she took. The only things that could be heard were the steady beep of the heart monitor and (Y/n)'s slow, weak breaths.

Vincent carefully knelt by her hospital bed and gently ran his hand over her cheek. Well, there was an oxygen mask over a majority of her face but he tried his best. Vincent never did this before, but he was praying that (Y/n) would wake up. Like, actually praying. Mike couldn't kneel, so he pulled up a chair next to the bed. He gently held (Y/n)'s hand and flinched because it was as cold as ice. "She doesn't even feel alive.." Mike shuttered through teary eyes. "She's going to wake up. She's GOTTA wake up and if she doesn't!..if..she doesn't......I don't know what I'll do.." Vincent's waterworks started to grind into gear. "It really hurts to see her like this.." Vincent muttered loud enough for Mike to hear. He nodded his head in agreement. "It really does.." Mike's voice cracked and it started to break. He started to break. Tears were silently flowing from his eyes and he couldn't hold them back anymore.

Mikes bright blue eyes widened. "This is all my fault." Vincent's unique violet eyes shot up at Mike's baby blue eyes in disbelief. "Mike there's no way that this is your fault!--" "Bullshit, Vincent!! I was driving!!! I crashed the car getting us all in this mess!! We all don't have jobs as of right now and we have no idea when (Y/n) is waking up! If she doesn't, I'll NEVER forgive myself for what I've done!!!" Mike ranted raising his voice. His voice was cold and angry, as if all the love and care in him faded away.

Vincent looked a little hurt and he approached Mike. He was sobbing into the hospital bed holding (Y/n)'s hand as gently as he could without squeezing the life out of it. Vincent placed a hand on his shoulder and began to speak. "Listen, Mike, none of this is your fault. Not (Y/n)'s, not mine. It was those guys at the mall, remember? Don't blame yourself, man.." Vincent's voice started breaking as he began to cry even more. "I know we're both gonna have a hard time getting through life without (Y/n) with us right now. She's sweet, beautiful, funny, and apparently really strong. She's there for both of us all the time. Right now, I'm sure (Y/n) will want us to be happy. (Y/n) would want us to be strong for her." Mike sat up and wiped his eyes trying to choke out words. "I--I don't want to be in this w-world--...without (Y/n) in it." Mike started to sob into his hands.

Vincent knelt down and attempted to give him a soothing hug. He rubbed his back trying to calm him down. "I wouldn't want to either. But we got each other. We're going to help each other out and (Y/n)'s going to wake up before we know it and when she does, we're gonna be right by her side." Mike hugged him back and cried into his shoulder. Vincent felt him nod agreeing to what he said. "You really are a softy, aren't ya." Vincent mumbled. "Shut the hell up you are too I know you're crying!" Mike choked through his tears. Vincent smiled quickly wiping his eyes. "We're both a couple'a softies."

Mike pulled away from the hug and looked at Vincent. Vincent noticed and looked back at him. "No homo." They said at the same time and bursted out in laughter.

Suddenly, a nurse heard them and rushed into the room. "Why are you two out of your rooms?!?!" The grumpy nurse knew damn well who they were and she wasn't a big fan of the troublemakers. "All we're doing is visiting (Y/n)!" Vincent told her. The nurse crossed her arms. "This room is off limits until the doctors say so! Did Dr. Befaraz even allow you to leave your rooms?" Vincent started to sweat. "Well, I was allowed in Mike's room and we decided to go for a walk. We ended up here and decided to pop in here." The nurse looked at (Y/n) and became angry. "Seeing the condition (Y/n) is in, the door to this room was locked. I'm calling security so they can escort you both back to your rooms."

Mike and Vincent looked at each other like "is she fuckin serious" as she dialed the number for security. In a matter of 30 seconds, security was already in the room and they escorted them back to their rooms.

"This sucks." Mike muttered to Vincent. "Don't worry, we'll be able to see each other tomorrow. I'll ask about (Y/n) when Dr. Befaraz comes to see me." Mike nodded. "I'll ask too. I'll see you tomorrow, bud." Vincent waved goodbye and silently walked to his room along with the security guard.

~later that night~

Mike and Vincent weren't able to sleep that night. They were too worried about (Y/n) to fall asleep. Tears pricked their eyes as the same question popped into their minds.

"What if she never wakes up?"