fourth of july
what could I have said to raise you from the dead, oh could I be the sky on the fourth of july
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It was a beautiful Tuesday evening when Sally visited Lightning. The sky was just beginning to change colors when she entered the room to see him in a death-like sleep, all scratched up and dented. Warm air flooded in through the open window and various Get Well gifts from fans were perched on a bedside table. The electrocardiograph monitor beeped slowly, but steadily.
The sight didn't shock her. Yes, it was hard for her to see him like this, but she'd gotten used to it.
"Hey Stickers," She said in a near-whisper, "I—uh—brought you some flowers,"
She set them next to the rest of the gifts.
"So, how are you doing? I'm fine. Coping, like everyone else back home.
"What are they doing? Well, uh, Mater wants to come see you, but I keep telling him to wait until you're awake. You know him. He's worried about you. And Flo tells me that every customer she gets asks about you. Ramone's been designing new paintjobs; he's convinced that you're gonna want to continue racing. We know how much you love it, Stickers, you can't quit that easily.
"Luigi and Guido are still in shock. They blame themselves. They think they didn't do their jobs correctly. Red's been crying constantly, and Lizzie thinks that you just went off on some sort of trip Well, I guess she is sort of right.
"Sherriff's been kind of distant lately. I think everyone's been distant for the past few days."
She scuffed her tire on the polished hospital floor, trying to think of something else to say.
"Oh! We finally got Sarge to agree to postpone the Fourth of July celebration. Well, Fillmore had a big part in convincing him, you know how they are. We just wanted you to see the fireworks. "
She sighed heavily and looked out the open window. It was beginning to get dark out, and home was quite the distance away.
"I—uh—better get going. It's kind of a long drive back to Radiator Springs."
She turned to leave, listening to his heartbeat through a machine.
"'night, stickers. I love you,"
As she drove out, she swore she heard him mumble something in response.
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Hi this was terrible but I did my best. I haven't written anything in a while so I guess that's why.
Song: Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens