Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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Thread Topic: Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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:D LARHARHAHARHARHAR!
I walked up to the desk and got Randy's room number. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, each footstep echoing off the white walls. -
WTF? XD LAWLZ LAWLZ.
Maybe I was having surgery, Or something? Then I heard these faint footsteps.... And at that point I thought maybe I wasn't dead. -
.___. I typed an L. How lovely. XD
I made my way to his room. 234...235...236... Here it is. 237. I knocked quietly before turning the knob and entering. -
XD I THOUGH YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE.
Then the door openened. And I heard this Docotr muttering to someone. That someone... was Sam? He was saying something about me being okay, And them removing the bullet. Huh. -
Nope. Things that bring the most joy to people are my typos. :P
I nodded and smiled until he asked for my signature on medical forms and what-not. "Uhm, I'm not exactly 18 yet..." He frowned. "Then I'll need parent's consent." I shook my head. "Dad's an alcoholic. Mom's dead. Step mom's also injured." He sighed, "Then we'll wait until she's in good enough state to sign off on his release in a few weeks." He left, and I was glad he did. "Hey, Randy..." I walked over to his bedside and took his hand, though he wasn't exactly conscious.
BRB, gotta make salsa for dinner. We're having homemade chili, cornbread, chips, and salsa. :) -
Yes. Yes indeed.
It seemed like the only thing I could do was listen, Though I somehow squeezed her hand, very lightly.
Kay, Lananana. Sounds YUMMAH. -
I squeezed his hand back so gently, like he might break under the slightest pressure. "I'm so sorry this happened to you. I shouldn't have blew up at you like that. I'm a horrible sister..." Tears started running down my cheeks, leaving trails of wetness behind. "It's all my fault. Everything. And I'm so sorry, so, so sorry that words can't possibly make up for anything."
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Later...
I woke up, and blinked a few times. It was still really bright, though the room was darker. -
I was slumped in the chair over in the corner, a magazine resting on my chest. I was sleeping soundly. It was around 3 or 4AM by the time I actually could close my eyes without seeing some scary horror movie ending for him. I stirred in my sleep a bit.
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Wait. Sam needs to sign when she's 18, and... she's only 15? XDLOLOLOLOLOL.
It took me a moment to realize where I was, and how late it was. But what I couldn't understand was why my stomach hurt so much. Maybe someone beat the crap outta me. I'd have to ask a doctor in the morning. -
Yeah. Which is why they have to wait for Tammy to get better before he can be released. xD
My eyes fluttered open. "Ugggggh..." I stretched out my back, a few popping noises resulted as I adjusted out of my uncomfortable position. I looked over at Randy. He looked.... awake..? "Randy?" I whispered, making my way over. -
Get Ryan to, duh. xD
"Mmmhhhm?" It felt like my voice was concrete, and it was an incredible task just to speak. -
I GOT 777 W00T!
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xD Forgot about Ryan. He like, went home or something.
I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him as best I could since he was laying down and I was standing up. I didn't want to let go. Ever. -
XD Get sam to call him up and pretend he's Randys brother, DUH.
I coughed. With Sam hugging me, It was also kinda hard to breathe.
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