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This is just a story that popped into my head. Pretty weird I guess. This is all I could think of. I'm pretty sure I'll make it longer than one chapter. Before I get too carried away, just read. And one more thing it's in Stan's POV. And thanks for commenting on my last story.
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Wow, this is so boring. And to add onto to that my chest hurts so fucking much. I'm in
the hospital for pneumonia. I hate the damn hospital. I'm a nine year old in the hospital
with pneumonia. It's so damn boring. And it's too damn quiet. How I even got damn
pneumonia I don't fucking know. How the hell did I get it? There's only one good thing
about, I get to skip school. But that's it. It still sucks to be in the damn hospital. It sucks
that is so damn quiet. I hate quiet. I hate the I.V.s in my arms. I'm hooked up to the
machine thingy. Whatever it is. Who knows? I sure don't. No friends, quiet, hospital,
chest pains. Sure is great. No, not at all. It sucks. I can barely get up on my own. You
know why? Because of the damn machine with the fucking I.V.s and the damn
pneumonia. Pneumonia makes me so damn weak. Wendy, Kyle, and Kenny come after
school or whenever possible so I'm not lonely. But I'm lonely right now. They're still in
school. It's only 2:30pm. My parents are at work. Hospitals are boring. I'm gonna have a
bunch of make-up work for school when I get out of the hospital. I have a half an hour
until school's out. I have a half an hour to kill. But what do I do? The hospital's boring. I
start to bite my nails. I haven't done that in while. But I have nothing better to do. So why
not? The damn doctors need to find a cure for pneumonia. If they would have before one
that works faster I wouldn't be in here for fucking pneumonia. I'm too bored. I look at
the clock on the wall. It's only 2:40pm. It's only been ten minutes. Shit, I don't think I
can stay here too much longer. I know how I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die from boredom.
That's it. That's exactly how. I let a cough. It's more hoarse. 2:45pm. Only five minutes
have passed. Damn it. I can't take it any longer. My chest hurts. So fucking much. I can't
take it any more. Fucking pneumonia. I'm in the hospital because of it and it still hurts. I
don't think I can handle any more.
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So that's the first chapter. That's the best idea that popped into my head. I hope you liked it. Please tell me if you did.