Last Breath
I do not own Gorillaz. D: Would be cool, though.
Ch.1 Knowing
"I cannot allow this," muttered a young Asian woman clothed in a nurses' outfit, "you know how much trouble I would be in? I'd be fired." She said, speaking in a gentle caring way despite the question asked. Her and her patient had grown a somewhat of a bond since the star, her patient, had arrived with an unknown disease. Her mask was on her patients bed stand. She wouldn't need it, as the disease was found to be not contagious.
"Please nurse! I must go," said a young girl, heavy with a Japanese accent. She was sitting up in a white hospital bed, unstable as she was. She was only a teenager, which was a weakness to the nurse. To die so young wasn't right. It wouldn't be fair. The patient spoke softly now, "Please, I have to say goodbye..." As she spoke, tears softly came down from her eyes hidden by her dark purple hair, and rolled down her cheeks.
The young nurse wanted to join in her tears. She never had felt such a strong bond between her and a patient, although this made much sense. This Japanese girl was her first patient… And quite possibly her last, if she followed through. To give the Japanese teen what she wanted, would be to kill her. The Asian nurse softly pushed aside her patient's hair, to see her better. She gently tucked it behind the girl's ears, revealing her whole face.
In the patient's eyes seemed to be a sort of knowingness, a sort of acceptance. She was going to die. She wouldn't, she couldn't make it through.
"You still have a chance..." whispered the girl's beloved nurse. The nurse had done everything she could've possibly done to help her. She was no doctor, but she had become very involved with this patient. "The doctor, he said there had been a breakthrough." The nurse said, hope in her thin almond shaped eyes.
The patient didn't seem to be affected by this piece of information. The doctor himself had told her earlier. But she could read the doctor. In his words, a tone of disbelief hid itself. He didn't believe it would work. Neither did the purple haired patient.
"Alright," muttered the nurse, tears now making their way down a path on her slightly tanned cheek. "I do not wish to. But for you Noodle, I will help."