Comatose, AmericaXDying!Reader Songfic

"I hate feeling like this
I'm so tired of trying to fight this
I'm asleep and all I dream of
Is waking to you."

"[Name]!" Alfred called. He raced to the hospital as soon as he heard you were injured. You had been in a car crash when a drunk driver failed to turn and smashed you against a building. "[Name]!" he called.

A man dressed in scrubs stopped him. "I'm sorry, sir, but you-" Alfred cut him off.

"I don't care!" he continued to call your name until the double doors to emergency room slammed shut.

"Tell me that you will listen
Your touch is what I'm missing
And the more I hide I realize
I'm slowly losing you."

Alfred sat outside. He tried to tell himself that your were going to be okay. No matter how much he did, on the inside, he knew he was never going to your sparkling [e/c] orbs again. His hands covered his face as he tried to not break into sobs.

"I can't cry...I'm the hero..." he whispered to himself.

"Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose of you

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe
'Less I feel you next to me
You take the pain I feel
  (Waking up to you never felt so real)"

"Alfred..." the doctors heard you whisper. "Bring him in...Please..."

"Miss, don't speak. You might injure yourself. One of your ribs entered your lung," another said.

"Don't lie... I know I won't make it," you mutter. "Just please... I need to see him once more time."

"I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream
'Cause my dreams don't comfort me
The way you make me feel
  (Waking up to you never felt so real)

I hate living without you
Dead wrong to ever doubt you
But my demons lay in waiting
Tempting me away."

After a while, the doctor's came out.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we did all we could," one said, looking down.

"WHAT? WHAT?" Alfred yelled. He ran into the emergency room, only to see your battered body. Your formerly glowing [e/c] orbs were dull and with the light fading from them. "[Name}..." America said, approaching the bed.

"S-sorry..." you said, looking at him. America held your pale, cut-covered, hand.

"No... I'm sorry. I couldn't be your hero," he sobbed.

You managed one last smile before the light from your eyes disappeared forever. Your hand went limp. America knelt down near your bed. The beeping stopped completely. Alfred could only choke out broken sobs.

"Oh, how I adore you
Oh, how I thirst for you
Oh, how I need you."