i really, really, REALLY want a gang soap...
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Thread Topic: i really, really, REALLY want a gang soap...
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I started crying all over again. My wrist hurt, my ribs hurt, my brain hurt... All I wanted right now was to disappear. Everything hurt. Only then did I realize that my shirt was pushed up pretty high, so my whole stomach was exposed, including the scar. Just looking at the scar made me wince. I tried to pull my shirt down to cover the scar before Mello could see it, but as soon as the shirt hit my ribs, I screamed in pain. "S-s---..." I winced.
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Kris nodded at Matt, then ran over to Mia. "Damn, Mia. I'm sorry. If we'd gotten here 5 minutes earlier..." this wouldn't have happened. -
"Shh, shhh, shhh..." I took ahold of her hand that didn't have the cut wrist. "It'll be alright, Mia..." I kissed her forehead, squeezing her hand gently.
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Matt dialed 911 and explained the situation to the operator. s---, s---, s---... The ambulance arrived in less than ten minutes. -
I coughed, and blood poured out of my mouth. "Well, now I know a rib hit my lungs... s---... This hurts like h-hell..." I squeezed Mello's hand. Suddenly I remembered that Mark had shattered my window. I looked at Mello, and said, "Be c-careful of the glass."
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Kris closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, hun. I'm so sorry." -
"I know, I know... My primary concern is you right now, love." Love? What the HELL? Where'd THAT come from!?
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"God... f---ing.... damn it..." Matt looked out the shattered window as the paramedics rushed out of the ambulance and into the building. -
I smiled at Mello. He called me love... I don't know if it was from the loss of blood or from Mello calling me love, but I felt tingly inside. (xD idk.) I squeezed his hand, wincing as one of the paramedics came over and lifted me onto a stretcher.
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Kris stroked Mia's hair, walking with the stretcher. "It's gonna be okay, hun." -
I held on to her hand and followed the stretcher out to the ambulance.
"Sorry folks. Only one person allowed to accompany her," the paramedic said.
I jumped up into the ambulance after they loaded Mia on.
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Matt stood in the doorway, watching the peculiar scene. A girl bleeding on a stretcher with a midriff wearing, leather clad fellow with odd long hair close beside her, along with the most beautiful girl in the world... He sighed and twirled his keys with his fingers. This would be a long night, he could tell. -
I kept holding Mello's hand, not wanting to let go. Everything hurt, and I was trying not to break down thinking about Mark, but hey, at least Mello was with me. That was the one good thing I had right now.
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Kris walked over to Matt. "We better follow the ambulance. Make sure Mia's okay." -
I pressed my lips to her hand, cupping her face with my free hand.
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Matt nodded and started heading towards his car. -
I must've passed out or fallen asleep in the ambulance, because the next thing I knew, I was walking down an alley. I was by myself, and it was dark out. I could only hear cricket sounds and the sound of myself walking. I kept walking down the alley, which felt like it went on forever. Then I stopped. I heard Mark's laugh. I whirled around and saw Mark... surrounded by the dead, bloody bodies of Kris, Matt, and... Mello... I woke up to find tears running down my face. "Oh, god..." I muttered.
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Kris got in the car, turning on the radio. -
"Mia? Mia... Stay with me, Mia..." I kept a tight grip on her hand, my fingers laced through hers. We eventually arrived at the hospital, and she was brought to the ER. I, however, was instructed to sit patiently in the waiting room. I tried running after her, but, by using force, I was kept in the waiting room.
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"I'm assuming they're headed to the bigger of the few hospitals around?" Matt asked, pulling onto the road. -
Kris nodded.
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I hated hospitals. They reminded me of Mark. The only times I'd ever been in a hospital were because of Mark. As soon as I was in the ER, I started to panic, but they gave me medicine that made me pass out. I found myself having the same nightmare over and over again, not able to get out of it. If I tried to make myself dream of anything else, like if I tried to dream of Mello... I only saw a dead version of Mello. When I woke back up, I was in a hospital room on a cot, with Kris sitting next to me. -
Matt stood awkwardly in the doorway, keeping an eye out for Mello. Damn. He's going to be so pissed.
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I sat in the waiting room nervously drumming my fingers on the part of the seat I didn't occupy. These chairs are too damn wide... I thought. This room was getting to me. "Excuse me," I calmly walked up to the receptionist. "Could I please go see her now?"
She sighed and shook her head. "Only family's allowed right now, Mr...."
"Keehl."
"Mr. Keehl. I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait until her sister and brother tell us that she's ready for visitors."
Mia? Siblings? It had to be Kris and Matt... -
Kris held Mia's hand. "Anyone you wanna see, hun?" I nodded. "Who?" I just looked at the doorway. I hadn't spoken a single word since I woke up. Talking hurt too much. Kris didn't seem to get what I meant. I looked out the door again. Kris just looked at Matt. "She won't talk. At all."
I rolled my eyes. "M-" s---, trying to talk hurt... "Me-Mello." -
Matt sighed. "I'll go and get him..." He was dreading having to stand face to face and address his ex-best friend, after all the hell he put him through. He walked into the waiting room and pointed at Mello.
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I glanced up. Matt pointed at me and said, "She wants to see you. Follow." I got up and followed him. It was hard to keep up; he was purposely walking as fast as he could. -
I coughed, and almost screamed from the pain in my side. Kris smiled sympathetically. "I know, Mia."
A nurse walked in, followed by Matt and Mello. "I'm sorry, but I never got your name," the nurse said to me.
I blinked. Real name? Or... should I give a fake name? I can't tell them my real name... "Mia Smith," I said, using a generic last name.
The nurse smiled. "Thanks, Mia," she said, walking out of the room.
"Damn. I f---ing hate hospitals," I said, putting the hand without the cut over my eyes.
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