Hi guys! I don't know if this has already been done, (I'm pretty sure it has) but I'm going to give it a go.
I thought a bit about BraveTheElements comment on my first story, and they had a point; there aren't many multichapter stories with Eleanor and Theodore. Anyway, I hope you like it. I'll take constructive criticism about it.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Alvin and the chipmunks, because they belong to Ross Bagdarsian and Janice Karman. But I sure wouldn't mind owning it!
The Memory.
That was the only thing on her mind most every day. That was the reason behind her failed tests at school, and the reason behind her loss of appetite.
The Memory. It haunted Eleanor Miller for days. She had watched him do it, and had LET him. She could have stopped it, could have prevented it.
But she hadn't.
She felt it was entirely her fault that now her favorite Chipmunk was lying in a bed, in the hospital. All her fault! Why hadn't she stepped in?
Eleanor lay in her room, staring at the window, watching as the noonday sky slowly darkened with oncoming rain. Her ceiling fan blew cold air on her, making her shiver. But she didn't get under the covers; she deserved to freeze. Eleanor shivered again, and instinctively drew her legs up to her. She was alone in the house. That was how she preferred it; alone. No one to look at her, skinny and red eyed, and shake their heads sadly. No one to ask her, "Hey Ellie, why the long face?" or, "Are you eating well dear? You look thin."
Eleanor watched as the sky became dark and gray, and as the raindrops started to fall, hitting the window with soft thuds. Eleanor closed her eyes, as her own voice screamed in her ears, the one from a few days before.
"THEODORE!"
Tears formed under her closed lids, squeezing out and rolling slowly down her cheeks. The Memory played again and again in her mind, and the tears multiplied, slipping down the side of her head and making her hair damp. Eleanor lay on her bed, hugging her knees, as she quietly sobbed into her pillow. The rain grew louder, hammering on the window, echoing her mood in loud thumps on the window.
Eleanor lay still for a little while, then, very slowly, she let go of her legs, lifted her head up, and pulled herself off the bed. She swayed a little, her head aching from crying, and then started for the door. Eleanor pulled on a coat that was hanging carelessly on the corner of her dresser and slipped it on. Then she turned opened the door and walked out into the hallway, zipping up the front of her coat, and pulling the hood over her messy pigtails. Eleanor walked down the hall, through the living room, and then reached the front door. Eleanor grabbed an umbrella, turned the knob, and opened the door. Immediately rain started to pelt down, smacking at her face. Eleanor ducked, spread her umbrella, and started out.
The sidewalks were almost deserted, apart from a man in a business suit running down the sidewalk, his briefcase over his head to shield him from the rain. Eleanor kept the umbrella low over her head, and trudged through the rain, her galoshes smacking the ground with each step. A little ways away, a car drove by, running over a puddle, and spraying the business man. The truck slowed down and stopped at a house. Eleanor turned toward the car, and recognized it instantly. A large black Honda, with a gold stripe running along the side. The driver saw Eleanor looking and stopped as he started to open the door. Their eyes met. The driver stared at her, and Ellie stared back. The driver licked his lips nervously; guiltily. Eleanor knew the driver's name. He was Steve Greg, who worked at the post office. But that wasn't how she knew him. She hated to think about the day they had met, and why. Steve looked down, away from her, and stepped out of the car. He turned off the ignition, closed the door, and walked away, into the house. Eleanor stared at it for a little while, and then headed back down the sidewalk.
10 minutes later, Eleanor arrived at her destination; the hospital. Eleanor stepped in through the sliding glass doors, shut the umbrella, and pulled off her hood. She took off her galoshes and put them with the pile of raingear by the doors. Eleanor took a few seconds to straighten her messy hair and shake off her coat, and then made her way up to the desk. The lady sitting there was talking on the phone. She saw Eleanor and held up a finger.
After about a minute, the lady hung up, turned to Eleanor, and spoke, "May I help you miss?"
"I'd like to see Theodore Seville. What room is he in?"
"Room 135, third floor," the lady said in a bored voice.
Eleanor thanked her and headed toward the elevator. She pushed the glowing up button and waited. After a few seconds, the doors opened and Eleanor climbed in. She felt the little jump in her stomach as the elevator started to go up, and held the rail. Her stomach started to growl, but she ignored it. Seeing Theodore was her main priority. After a little while, the doors slid open once more, and Eleanor stepped out. She walked down the hallway, looking for the right door. Finally she saw 135 and opened it. There was nurse standing in there, in front of a curtain, which Eleanor knew was hiding Theodore. The nurse turned toward the door as it opened.
"Yes?" She asked.
"I wondered if I could see Theodore," Eleanor said timidly.
"You may," the nurse said. She beckoned to Eleanor and led her around the curtain. Eleanor looked down on the bed, where Theodore lay. There was a bandage covering the top of his head and around his left wrist. There were many wires attached to his body, all hooked to a machine. Eleanor looked up at the nurse.
"Is he any better?" She asked hopefully.
"He's doing ok, but he's not fully healed yet," the nurse said sadly. "I'd like to say that he's going to be alright, but we're not sure."
Eleanor looked away from the nurse so that she wouldn't see her tears. The Memory echoed in her ears once more.
There was a crash. Eleanor stood, rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do. Her only thought was to yell his name.
"THEODORE!"
"Are you ok?"
Eleanor jumped and looked up at the nurse, who was frowning slightly.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just sad, that's all." Eleanor said.
"It must be hard," the nurse said, putting an arm around Eleanor. "You were his friend, right?"
Eleanor nodded.
"Things will be alright. You'll see." The nurse said.
The nurse had to be called away for something, leaving Eleanor in the room alone with Theodore. Eleanor turned toward her best friend, another tear slowly dripping off her nose. Eleanor reached out and took his hand in hers. She closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears.
"Please get better for me," she whispered. "Please."