A/N: This would be my very firstest fanfic online, yes indeedy. beams So be nice. But make sure to say something.

Sasuke: Why is it about me? You don't even like me! No-one likes me! emos out

Indie: Hush dear. Go and sit in Emo Corner like a good boy.

Sasuke: Yes Miss.

Yes, my first ever fanfic is about that whiny depressing brat... ew. But he's the only one emo enough for this.

All my stuff is inspired by songs. This one was 'Hospital' by the Used. That should tell you something. And sorry Sasuke lovers.

WARNING!!!: This contains character death. That means I will hint towards the ending of someone's life. And angst up to the eyeballs.

Dedication: This is dedicated to the lovely YonderLlama, because she stuck with me when I was being a bitch. Love you, Llama-chan!

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Waiting

"Tick, tick, tick," goes the clock, signalling the seconds passing by that I will never have again.

Just me and the clock sit in this sterilised hospital waiting room, outside the lab where they analyse blood.

The walls are blindingly white, and the sound of my heartbeat is amplified by one million; my pulse thunders in my ears as it slows to move at the same pace as the slow "tick, tick, tick," of the clock.

Surely more than a minute has gone past? I glance upward. Eleven-thirty.

"Tick, tick, tick" is the speed of the thoughts rushing through my head.

Each millisecond is a new worry, a fresh terror.

I sit on the sticky white plastic chair and wait to see what I am dying of.

I'm convinced I am dying, because why else would they be taking so long?

I sit alone.

My fear is amplified by lack of someone to share it with.

My family said they would be here by now, but still the only life is the sound of distant patients and the slow "tick, tick, tick," of the clock on the wall above my head.

I glance upward. Eleven-thirty-one.

"Tick, tick, tick," is the sound of my life.

This clock is the sound of the rest of my eternity.

I think of what I may never experience.

Love; marriage; children; grandchildren………

And if only it wasn't me!

What did I do that no-one else did?

Was I Vlad the fucking Impaler in a previous life?

Now I will never get the chance to redeem myself.

Disinfectant will be the last thing I smell before I shuffle off this mortal coil. Disinfectant and death.

"Tick, tick, tick," is the sound of the clock on the wall above my head.

I glance upward. Eleven-thirty-two.

"Tick, tick, tick," measures out my time to say goodbye.

Each of my friends passes through my mind.

They are pathetically few.

I wonder who will cry properly at my funeral.

Thinking back, I laugh bitterly at the memory of when I first became ill.

My brother had a "mysterious sickness" and when I fell ill my family thought I was faking it for attention.

"Tick, tick, ti - ahem!"

A cough interrupts my morbid thoughts.

"Mr Uchiha? You have leukaemia."

I glance upward. Eleven-thirty-three.

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A/N Hello. Please review, I'll give you miscellaneous sugary foods!