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I woke up lying on a hospital bed in a room that was almost completely dark. A nurse came up to me and said: "You're awake. How do you feel?" She smiled at me. My voice was kinda gone but I managed: "T-Thirsty." She immediately walked off and came back with a glass of water. After I drank the whole glass, she looked at me for a while until I cleared my throat and said: "Well. I kinda feel stabbed..." I had to giggle a little. "The pain's... okay but could I maybe get a painkiller anyway?" She nodded and got me some. I looked at her and asked: "But uhm... I do have a question. Where am I? I mean this isn't my room or is it?" She answered: "You haven't been operated before, have you?" I shook my head and she continued: "Well this is an anesthetic recovery room. That means here do the patients come after their surgery. They normally get to their room after a few hours. This is kinda of a control room where the nurses look after the patients." I nodded and asked: "Okay an
PewdieCry AdoptionFlakes of snow stuck to the glass of a small two bedroom house. Melting upon contact, they turned to small droplets and slithered down in random, unorganized paths. Sometimes times they would join together before crashing into the brick base of the window sill. Witnessing all this from beyond the opposite side of the glass sat a small girl with curly, brown locks hidden beneath a baseball cap. Intrigued by the shining dots traveling across her point of view she dragged her finger behind, tracing out each path. When she put more thought into it, it kind of reminded her of a cop car trying to catch a run away. She allowed a small smile to creep across her features as the last drop finally slipped to the bottom of the window. It was these moments of silence where she could just stare out the window and into the yard that she liked most. School had been cancled today do to a snow storm that never even happened, so the small girl was free to roam the house today so long as she didn't interrMore Like This
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Rated E because it's just a strange little fluff thing.
D' you breathe the name of your savior in your hour of need,
"Felix!" The brunette stumbled over the craggy stone alley to his best friend. His hands shook violently as they hovered over Felix's body, afraid to touch him. There were wounds - three of them -Straight through his chest. Why did he have to be a hero?
And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed?
"It's not your fault Cry, don't worry about it." The Swede's voice was shallow and rough. It was weak but it was raw with emotion. Despite his body sluggishly draining of his life force, Felix smiled up at his friend. Cry slowly reached out to grasp the other's hand and hold it tightly as he let the stinging in his eyes finally let go.
"No. This is my fault. No, Felix, don't go!" He desperately shook Felix when his eyes had slid closed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake him. Now rag