Weird Girl 15: I'M AAALLIIIIVEEEEE~!

Bob: ...Hm, you haven't posted a story in a long time...

Weird Girl: ^-^ I know right~? I've been busy...so many ideas not which one to choose...! I had a friend help me with choosing.

Bob: Kaitany or Akane?

Me: Both! \(^o^)/

Bob: I see...

Weird Girl: Now, to the chapter!


Chapter 1

"Hahaha, do you really think that we'll get better, Hana-chan?" Juro asked with dry, hoarse, weak laugh. His skin was pale and white, like a sheet, and his dark eyes were red from illness. His black hair was dry and messy, and stuck up in a few places.

"So we're going to healthy once again?" Hakuro asked, smiling weakly. Hakuro had a crooked smile that revealed some of his yellowed teeth, and his dark brown hair stuck up wildly, commonly known as "bed hair."

"That's great! Hahaha!" Toju laughed hoarsely, his voice cracking as he spoke. They were all sick, laying in clean, white hospital beds. Hana was a young nurse at the Ebisu Hospital, in Japan. She only had been working there for a few months or so. She had became friends with these three men-the patients she tended to. Secretly, she fell for the one named Juro...which had made it harder for her.

"Uh-huh! I'm sure with more rest and medicine, you'll be out of here in no time!" Hana cheerfully responded...lying through her teeth. She wasn't lying about how they needed more rest...about the how the medicine would help... Hana was lying about them ever getting better. They would never get well. She had read the charts, and according to them, and other doctors, their strange illness would only get worse. With every lie she told, it forever stained her white uniform red.

"Great! We'll be doing the same things we used to boys-" Juro's hoarse voice was interrupted by a long, violent coughing fit.

"D-Don't strain yourself! You still need rest, remember?" Hana said quickly, her voice showing clear worry. Hakuro and Toju lay back, silently closing their eyes, their breathing strained.

"I'm fine! Don't worry!" Juro smiled and laughed between coughs. After a minute of violent coughing, a red liquid trickled down his mouth as he coughed into his hand, spitting more of the red fluid-blood. "I-I don't think this is good..."

"It's not," Hana stated, quickly getting up to find a doctor, but she was interrupted by a sound. The sound was long, cold, and it echoed throughout the room. Hana spun back around to see Hakuro and Toju's heart monitors display a straight line across the screen. Juro looked back at Hana, his eyes wide with fear and anguish before he resumed his violent fit, spitting up more dark blood by every second.

Hana left the room to fetch the doctors as quickly as she could. When they arrived back in the room, Juro was laying down, his eyes closed, barely breathing-but at the same time, it was as though he were choking on the very blood he had been coughing up. The doctors and other nurses rushed over to try to save the three invalids. Hana stood off to the side, her eyes wide and tears ran down her frozen cheeks. It felt like everything was moving extremely slow, that nothing would speed up. Then, another cruel, cold sound echoed throughout the room. Hana's eyes darted to Juro's monitor and saw nothing but a straight line. She heard something inside of her shatter. Hana stared, feeling as thought nothing was moving, as though time had stopped.

Hana's steps echoed in the room when she walked in. The white room was empty and the beds was made, the sheets new and clean. The curtains were opened as they let the sunrise come in to happily greet the room...but what was so happy today? She walked over by the three beds that were now, also, empty. She gently ran her fingers along the frames of the beds, the blankets, and the pillows as tears formed in her eyes before rolling down her cheeks. She could still recall their smiles, laughter, and cheerfulness that used to make this room so alive. She continued to cry as she sat down on the bed that Juro used to lay in. She took out a pair of glasses and stared at them. She stopped wearing them when Juro said she looked prettier without them. Her eye sight wasn't that bad anyways, so she had stopped wearing them.

Hana continued to stare for the longest moment as her tears slowly began to dry up. When they stopped their flow, she placed the glasses back on. She felt numb inside. She felt like nothing in this world, no matter how tragic, how happy, could affect her. That she could get to know a person ill on a bed, let them pass away, and feel no remorse. Walk by beds with rows of ill or dead people and feel no sadness. She stood up as she went to the curtains and closed them, making the room dimmer, before leaving the room. She promised herself she would forget everything-even the two letter word** that she used to feel, but no longer would. She could go back to work as a nurse at this hospital without a problem. That was good news, wasn't it?


A/N: I DO NOT OWN VOCALOID! SO GO AWAY, LAW SUIT PEOPLE AND YOUR FANCY SUITS AND BRIEF CASES! D:

Bob: ...That sounded smart...

Weird Girl: You really think so? :D

Bob: No. That was sarcasm...

Weird Girl: D:

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