~1 week later~
⚜1st Person⚜

I haven't left the hospital once this entire week. I haven't been able. Bryce stayed here with me, but he insisted that if she didn't wake up by Saturday, we should return to the hotel and get some rest.
Well, I mean.. I haven't slept more than an hour this past week.
I haven't been able to.
Every time I go to sleep, I wake up panicing, fearing that if I weren't there, Luna would die.
So, I stayed awake. I did what I thought was right.
What terrified me was that one night, when my eyes were almost completely shut, the moniter began to beep faster. I had opened my eyes in confusion, and for the moniter to pick up speed. I panicked. She was dying. The nurses and doctors rushed in, and requested we stay outside the room.
When we were allowed back in, Luna was fine.
Today was Saturday, and she still hasn't woken up.
It haunts me, you know? Knowing that your friend is in a worse position than you... And there's nothing you can do but wait, as she slowly died more and more.
They said she'd wake up, so hopefully she would.
I stared at the white sheet that rested on Luna's figure, only to be startled as Bryce began to stand up.
"[Y/n], it's time to return to the hotel. It isn't healthy to sit in the same spot the entire week. Everyone has been worried sick and... I missed the second day of Vidcon and everyone is confused. We need to head to the hotel." Bryce begged. "Please."
"Okay.. but I don't want to leave her..", I refused.
"Don't make me force you!" Bryce playfully threatened.
But I didn't laugh. I didn't smile. I didn't respond. I just stared at Luna.
He walked over and picked me up. I wiggled immediately, uncomfortable, and he sat me down.
"Don't carry me that way.. it hurts." I instructed him. He didn't argue, instead, he let me climb onto his back.
He carried me out to the parking lot, bringing me to his car and setting me in the passengers side, gently.
He climbed into the drivers side himself and started the car.

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⚜3rd Person⚜

The [E/c] eyed girl lay in the bed, refusing to move.
Bryce paced back and forth, confused on what to do to help her. He couldn't help but feel that this was his fault, for he told her about Luna.
And since then, she hasn't spoken a word about anything else but Luna.
She refused to speak. She was practically acting as if she were mute. She wouldn't even eat, Bryce had to sometimes force her. All she wanted to do was... lay in bed.
They were scheduled to leave Monday, and it was currently Thursday. (Its been a week) Bryce was worried sick about the girls wellbeing. But how would he snap her out of her strange trance? She refused to get up out of bed, and he had to help her get out of bed if she needed to do something. Sure, it seemed pathetic, but she felt useless as her friend was on the fence between live and death.
Taking in a deep breath, he approached the bed. Sitting down on her side, which faced the window, he rested his hand on her arm. No response. No body movement. No reaction to his presence.
"[Y/n]?" He spoke.
Silence.
"Are you okay?" He spoke.
Silence.
"Do you need anything?"
Silence.
"Why are you ignoring me?"
Silence.
He began to tear up. "Please.. I just want to help my girlfriend."
Silence.
"I just want to know that you're okay. I want to hear your voice again.. Oh, your beautiful voice. I miss it. I miss it so much."
Silence.
"Did I do something?"
Silence.
"[Y/n]?!" He began to panic.
Silence.
"WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME?!" He screamed.
Startled by his sudden outburst, she looked up at him.
He rocked himself back and forth, covering his face with his hands.
She said nothing, she didn't sit up, she refused to move.
"All I want to do is help you! I want to kiss you! Cuddle you! Buy you anything you want! Do anything to make your eyes shine with that familiar beautiful glow, I want your personality to show through everything you Do! I want to see that beautiful smile I came to love! I want to talk to you! Oh, I just want to hear your voice! But you ignore me! I try to help you eat, but you refuse to talk to me or help me. I try to help you get up in the morning, but you refuse to move. I can't help you in anyway, and it makes me feel SO FLIPPING USELESS!" He screaned even louder, standing up and throwing a pillow at the wall.
He heard [Y/n] begin to breath heavily.
Her lungs felt as if they were closing in on themselves. She began to sob uncontrollably, not able to breath, which made her sound like she had the hiccups.
Bryce cursed under his breath, as he became concerned. He obviously scared the sh*t out of her.
She was having a panic attack.
He rushed over to her, and helped her get into a sitting position. He held her in his grasp, rocking back and forth.
He's had a panic attack before, he knew what it was like.
He ushered comforting words into her ear, telling her it would be okay. She soon stopped gasping for breath, and her sobs stopped, but she still sniffled. She calmed her breathing, and her brain hurt. Bryce went to get her a glass of water, and she lay on the bed.
He returned, handing her the glass, to which she drank it in silence. The silence was comfy, not the awkward kind of silence.
He sat next to her, to which she laid her head in his lap.
Bryce stared down at her, their eyes meeting. She sat up, pushing him down on the bed, and straddling him easily.
"Uhh- [Y-Y/n]?" He asked in confusion.
She gently set her soft lips against his, moving in a gentle way. He matched her every move with the same gentleness, glad that she was opening up to him again.
She moved on, kissing along his jaw with soft, tender kisses, almost as if she was brushing her lips against the skin, instead of actually kissing him. He made no movements, he lay completely still, paralyzed.
She kissed the tip of his nose gently. She let out a sigh, as she climbed off of him.
"Oh no you dont- you aren't getting away with that! You think you can just do that without me doing anything?" Bryce chuckled darkly.
He flipped them, staring down at her with a smirk.
Kissing her gently at first, then roughly, he pulled away and began to kiss her neck.
He searched her neck, trying to find her sweet spot.
He knew he found it once his lips touched it, for her breath hitched.
He kissed that spot repeatedly, as [Y/n] thrashed around impatiently, biting her tongue to bite back a moan.
He began to nibble that spot, and she finally let out a strained moan, which in turn, Bryce smirked. He finally heard her voice again.
He licked her bottom lip, asking for an entrance. But she refused.
He bit down on her sweet spot, making her gasp, and he took that to his advantage.
He searched every inch of her mouth, and she loved it.
He pulled away, and smirked, leaving her frowning.
"Come on! You left me hanging?!" She suddenly whined.
Bryce chuckled. "Maybe if you answered me earlier." He looked at her from the corner of his eye.
She whined.
He chuckled in turn. He placed a last, gentle, kiss on her sweet spot, before standing up. He turned around, and winked at her.

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