Something Old

Sweet Home Alabama

After being discharged from the hospital, Misha realised Chrissy was in a fragile state even as she tried to hold everything together; she would reach for his hand and press it to her cheek, or stay really close to his side and every time Misha would pull her closer, reassuring her that everything was alright.

"Can we see West?" She asked in a hushed whisper as he helped her into the car. He paused for a moment as he leaned over her to help her with the seatbelt.

"Yes, Baby. Anything you want", he answered. He got into the driver's seat, starting the car up. She burrowed herself into her sweater he had brought for her; it was one of his favorites and he thought she looked downright adorable, but at this moment she looked so broken, vulnerable.

As they arrived at the hospital West was staying at, Misha took her hand in his before they entered his room.

"Baby, are you sure you're up for this?" He asked kindly. She nodded as tears filled her eyes, sniffling softly.

"I have to make sure our other baby is doing well", she mumbled. Misha felt his chest tighten as he squeezed her hands gently with his before leading her inside. Her breath hitched as she saw the tube going down West' throat, the sound of the machines beeping and Misha pushed her to sit in the chair next to the hospital bed. She reached for West' hand, rubbing smoothly over the small knuckles as tears pricked at her eyes; she moved the chair closer and rested her head near his heart, hearing his steady, strong heartbeat.

"Mr. Collins? Might I have a word?" A nurse asked, popping her head in. Misha rubbed Chrissy's back in a soft gesture, hoping that she would understand he would be back in a moment as he followed the nurse out. Chrissy laid her head down on the edge of the bed, succumbing to tears; the sobs flowed freely. It had been four days since West hadn't woken up and Chrissy felt awful that Misha had to deal with his son being hospitalized and with what she had just endured. She cried harder, gripping the bedsheet in her hands when she felt a soft touch on her head. Chrissy looked up, expecting to see Misha but she started crying again seeing West petting her hair and she pressed on the nurse button over five times until the nurse and Misha ran in. West blinked slowly, his big, brown eyes looking up at his father and he kept reaching for Chrissy.

"Daddy", his little voice sounded so parched, tight with the tube in his throat. The nurse scrambled to pour some water and slowly removed the tube, causing West to dry heave a few times; he calmed down when Chrissy started stroking his hair, humming to him softly. Misha crawled onto the bed and cradled West against his chest, holding in a sob as he rocked him. West sipped some of the water from the straw and curled up against his dad.

"Daddy, I'm tired", he said quietly. Misha looked at the nurse and she clasped her hands together.

"Generally coma patients are tired after the wake up because they were fighting. He fought really hard. I can bring him some broth if you'd like?" She offered. Chrissy nodded and then the nurse turned away, looking to Misha.

"Sir?" She asked. Misha looked at her in confusion before he nodded his head with a quick look to Chrissy but her face remained neutral. The nurse scurried out to get West the broth and West spoke up.

"Mommy", he said softly. Chrissy leaned over him immediately, stroking the hair from his face.

"Mommy", he said again, crawling into Misha's lap and placed his hand on the space he had just been lying on. Chrissy laid down and West squeezed in between their bodies, seeing the ring on Chrissy's hand. His fingers reached out and touched it lightly, looking at Chrissy. She smiled at him and kissed his forehead.

"Daddy asked me to marry him", she said. West looked at Misha and Misha smiled before kissing the top of his head. West' head whipped around as he gave a Castiel-esque glare at her.