Sunflowers and Tulips

A/N: My lovelies, I am splitting this chapter up into two parts for a couple of reasons. One, it will be WAY too long if I don't. And two, I don't have enough time to finish it completely and I promised Arael and Melissa that I would have it out by tonight...so yah. Enjoy Part One! Part Two is coming up reaaaalll soon. ;D

Braedon's POV

Soft, warm lips landed on my cheek and my eyes slowly opened, revealing a disheveled James to my right. Tears were falling down his face and I wanted to wipe them away and hold him, but my arms wouldn’t do as I wanted. So, I did the next-best thing.

“G-girasole?” I whispered, my voice shaking in both fright and weakness.

His eyes widened in disbelief and he froze, not even breathing as he stared at my face. I saw that his face was slowly turning pale and sweat was forming on his brow. He started to hyperventilate (like I figured he would) and slowly raised a finger, pointing at me. “D-daniel?” he breathed, barely making out my father’s name.

“Yes…?” Dad turned towards the both of us, his eyes resting on my face.

I smiled weakly, and said, “Hi, Dad.” His breath hitched in his throat and he froze too, taking the sight of me awake in. I know I’ve been in a coma—I remembered being with her—but I didn’t know that they would freak out like this.

“Braedon? Is that really you?” he asked, actually managing to move this time.

Nodding, I replied, “Yes, Dad. I’m back!” I exclaimed, barely being able to raise my arms over my head and chuckling dryly at my own stupidity.

Dad snapped out of his trance and walked over to me, his hands shaking the whole time. He stopped next to James—whose mouth was still wide open in shock and was standing there—tears basically pouring out of his eyes. The both of them looked incredibly…stupid, to say the least. They were both standing there and basically drowning in their own tears.

“Uh…guys…shouldn’t you...uh…call the nurses or something?” I questioned. They still stood there, frozen, until James broke.

“HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. HE’S ALIVE! OHMIGOD BRAEDON! HOLY FUCKING SHIT. OH MAN, OH MAN.” He screamed, waving his arms around everywhere.

Obviously, that brought attention to the nurses, who decided to rush in and bat away both my dad and James. Of course, that brought Dad out of his little mind-set and he started to flip out, screaming that “I was his fucking son and he has the right to see me whenever the fuck he wants”. The nurses, of course, acted like complete bitches and try to literally push them out. That’s when I stepped in.

“HEY.” I screamed as loud as I could manage, trying to get their attentions. Luckily, it worked.

“Shut all of your mouths and listen to me!” The nurses stood, dumbstruck as I went on. “You guys are acting like idiots,” my voice rasped. “Let Girasole and Dad stay. I want them. But bring the damn doctor in, okay?” They nodded, still speechless, and walked away, their white shoes shuffling on the linoleum floor.

When they left, I sighed, relaxing. “Okay…” I said, letting my voice trail off. “Now what?”