authors note: THESE CRYXREADER STORIES SHOULD BE GIVEN MORE LOVE PEOPLE. COME ON WHO CAN'T RESIST THIS HOT PIECE O' MEAT KNOWN AS CRY

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You couldn't think straight. You kept coming in and out of consciousness but every time you woke you're head stung and knocked you out cold. But soon you recovered and atleast well enough to think. You tried to remember just what happened to get you in this place. Suddenly you hear shouts from outside." I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU SAY I WANT TO SEE MY FRIEND "

" Sir we're going to have to sedate you unless you co-ope- " suddenly you knew the first voice was the one talking next only alittle darker. Albeit more psychotic." YOU BETTER LET US THROUGH OR ELSE I'LL STICK THAT SYRINGE UP YOU'RE ASS, STRAP YOU TO A HOSPITAL BED AND CART YOU OUT OF THE WINDOW AFTER I'M FINISHED DISSECTING YOU'RE INSIDES " overkill was the only thing going through you're mind. you heard the doctor gulp and open the door and just as soon as it opened you're best friend ( whom you've had a crush on for awhile now ) came rushing through the door and hugging you in an instant. His voice was breaking and sobs riddled his sentence.

" I-I Thought I- *sob* -I lost you " he hugged you tighter and stroked you're (h/c) an looked into you're (e/c) eyes." never, ever scare me like that again " he said in a stern and sincere tone. His glasses were clouded up and wet with his tears and the distress and pain and pure grief in his eyes showed how distraught he was after whatever happened to you. Soon the other members of you're streaming crew arrived. Battlestar, Kirbykat, Red, Russ, Scott, Zoots and Snake piled in through the door. All of them with worried looks plastered to they're faces.

" ( name )! " they all shouted as they saw you. Wrapped up in bandages. You're leg in a cast being suspended to prevent it from straining. A bandage covering you're right eye but still it was colored red. Everybody crowded around you saying just how absolutely terrified they were after what happened. You tried to say something but instead what came out was a guttural croak. Then the doctor came in with you're health report. He said you're vocal chords had to be cut out so they could take away the shrapnel embedded in you're throat. Luckily you survived but they say you'll never be able to speak... again. They were all silent for a long moment... until cry broke it.

" I CALL BULLSHIT! " Everyone was slightly surprised at his sudden outburst that they found themselves speechless and unable to make him stop. " THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU CAN DO! THERE HAS TO BE A WAY! " He shouted. What followed was a jumble of limbs fighting, struggling and finally ending with him being sedated and laid down on the bed next to you'res. Whatever had happened it was probably serious considering cry was going bat-shit insane with concern for you're condition. You couldn't think anymore of it as you slowly slip into unconsciousness.

there needs to be more of these kinds of stories here