[Flowers for a Ghost]
It had been six days since the painting fiasco. The brushes had been dried, the windows had been shut; Tope had taken over the walls and the red had disappeared, a mild defeat for an epic battle.
Sakura, unfortunately, was not as strong.
Cough! Cough!
Each horrid lung-racked noise shook her body as she leaned over the sink in her bathroom, Sasuke's body holding hers up as she forced the fluid of life from her throat. It escaped her nose as well and the last tissue had been overused ten minutes ago.
Her hands gripped the counter with such force it could have snapped, but Sakura was no longer in any position to break anything but herself. Sasuke watched in agony, hating that he couldn't carry this burden for her, that she spent half of her life hanging onto her counter and coughing what was left of her blood into her bathroom sink.
But he had spent half of his life holding her high enough to reach that bathroom sink.
When she finally calmed they sunk to the floor in a heap of tears and blood while the yellow duck decoration witnessed everything from his perch on her counter.
…
It's the fifteenth of December and Sakura finds no point in leaving her room. Her shoulders were too heavy for her to heave and her knees had magically turned into her favorite flavor of jello: cherry. She had sent Sasuke home last night as well, leaving the wake of her morning hollow and silent. She thought it was about time he visited his real family. He spent too much time away from them and off on some imaginative adventure with her.
The neon block letters on her night-standing clock read 6:04 AM, but she was neither weary nor tired. Her fingers nimbly ruffled over her pages of memories; from summers in bikinis to winters wishing away the cold. Pearly white teeth and over-used peace signs shouted to her from the past and brought forth a deep sense of longing to a time before this wretched disease; before chemo, wig fittings, and sketching her own eyebrows.
She could faintly hear her parents preparing themselves for work on the other side of the house. They never bothered to check on her in the mornings, too afraid to disrupt her slumber. Though she neglected to tell them that she hadn't been getting much sleep lately and it was no use walking on eggshells around her when she knew perfectly well why she was faltering and why she felt so weak as of late. Their worry never fitted her right, never sat well atop her perfect pink-haired head.
As she set aside her memories and lied down beneath her comforter her mind drifted and wandered, listening intently to her heart and how it no longer pulsated; rather, instead she could vaguely hear a ticking sound. Like a clock counting down the remaining minutes, hours, and days of her life. She was sure no one else could hear it; just her. What was once a strong muscle was now a mess of cogs and knobs that worked together to warn her of the time in which she will end.
And it wasn't far from eliminating her altogether.
…
Dear Sakura,
So I hear you hav-ACK!
The fifth crumbled up ball of paper made its way onto Kakashi's hard wood floor. His head was imploding and his fingers ruthlessly rubbed at his temples; the complications of a supposed simplistic letter were hitting him harder than he expected.
Sigh. Again, he persistently picked up his blue-inked pen and scribbled hastily once more.
Dear Sakura,
How are you?-ERR!
His routine continued for twenty-seven minutes following his first attempt. He would start writing, halt, snarl, and throw the wretched paper away. Upon reaching his nineteenth attempt and his second pen an idea struck him; seems the withered and dusty bulb inside his mind did work.
…
"Ino, darling, please take these flowers to the Haruno's house." The blonde froze mid sweep, stepping over the shredded, and unfortunately dead, pink petals on the chilly tiled floor. After hearing her mother's demand, her mind immediately thought the worst.
"W-why? What happened? Why am I taking flowers to Sakura's!"
"Oi, shh, calm down sweetie." Her Aphrodite of a mother fiddled with the lilies in the make shift vase as she plopped a few balloons in, barely giving her words a second thought. "I just want you to take them over there for her, I hear she hasn't been doing very well lately and I thought it'd be nice to send her something s-Ino? Ino!"
Her daughter had already collapsed in a mess of tears on the dirt-tainted floor.
…
Knock. Knock.
"Sakura? Honey, you h-Sakura!"
Haruno-san never particularly enjoyed the sight of blood. It made her queasy and weak in the knees, but seeing her daughter, shriveled and shaking on the ground, with that dark splash of red running down her arm, onto her legs, and settling into the carpet; she felt a sudden surge of motherly instincts.
"Mom-" her pink tresses fell against her skin, matted by her tears, "—Mom, I didn't mean to do it!" The magazine clippings fluttered to the floor soundlessly while Sakura's sobs shook the sanity of everything. "It was an accident!" Something akin to fear heightened in her eyes and her hands shook with such intensity that the scissors dropped to the floor with a nearly silent thud.
Her mother reached for the medical kit in the far left corner of the room and went right to work bandaging her daughter's forearm. There was no time for hesitation or panic and with speed she hadn't known she possessed Haruno-san cleaned and dressed the wound to the utmost perfection.
She never did like the sight of blood, though; she liked the feel of her daughter's tears and shaking body much less.
…
"One strawberry-banana smoothie, please." Sasuke mentally cursed Sakura for making him so mannerly.
"Are you sure, sir? I mean, it is 23 degrees ou—"
"Oi! Would he have ordered it if he didn't want it? And aren't you supposed to encourage sales?" The knuckle-headed blonde leaned over the counter, accidentally elbowing Sasuke in the process. "Now get him a damn strawberry-banana smoothie!"
"I'm sorry, right away, sir!"
Naruto chuckled lightly as the trainee ran off to retrieve the treat; Sasuke was indifferent to it all. He wanted out of the establishment as soon as possible.
"That'll be two dollars and forty-three cents."
"Hn." Sasuke, not so delicately, tossed his earnings and bolted out of the ice cream shop in an instant. Naruto trudging along after him.
"Say Teme—"
"Hn?"
"Seeing as it's already December, what kind of schools were you thinking about going to?" As Sasuke quirked an eyebrow Naruto felt the need to explain more. "I mean, I know you're gonna run your big-corporate-Uchiha company but, when will you start working for that?"
Sigh. "I don't know."
"I'm going to that big University in Okinawa with Hinata, I figured I should go into business or something, maybe successfully run my own Ramen stand!" His lack of memory and his over-exuberant attitude didn't surprise Sasuke one bit.
"Hn."
"Ino said she's just gonna learn from her parents and run that flower shop." He scratched his head lightly before continuing. "But then she said that she and Shikamaru are gonna go to that Community College downtown just to get some knowledge in."
"Hn." Why he was discussing this was beyond Sasuke, but the youngest Uchiha felt no need to stop his ranting. Once past the obnoxiousness of Naruto's exterior, he wasn't a bad conversationalist.
"Oh, what about Sakura?" Naruto could sense the stiffness in his acclaimed best friend as he mentioned her. "Doesn't she want to be a doctor or something?"
"Hn."
"Do you know when she'sgonna s—"
"No, Naruto, now stop asking ridiculous questions."
"But, Teme-"
"I said—"
"Are you waiting until she gets better?"
Uchiha halted in his movement altogether while Uzumaki was already stiff not four feet behind and just like that the seams of the topic had been ripped open.
"Are you putting your whole life on hold because Sakura-chan is sick?" He did not wait for an answer to continue. "Look, I know you don't want to think about it, but there is a chance that she won't get be-" WHAM!
Naruto had never caught the side of a building with his right cheek before, and he didn't plan to do it again.
Sasuke stood inhumanly still, hovering over the now-bloody-nosed blonde sinking down to the snow covered ground. His knuckles were fiercely red while Naruto's cheek was experiencing the same change of color.
"Don't-you-dare." Naruto shut his mouth, staring intently at Sasuke's black casual shoes. "I don't ever want to hear anything like that come out of your mouth again. Do you understand me?" He numbly nodded, instantly regretting ever releasing that thought.
Even as Sasuke turned to pick up his chosen's smoothie and continue down the sidewalk at a breakneck pace Naruto stayed put and allowed the falling snow to build up and eventually bury him in his regrets.
I'm sorry, Saukra-chan.
…
"Sasuke-kun?" Her voice was hoarse and he didn't like the sound of it.
"Shh, I brought you a smoothie." He settled himself on the side of her bed after setting her drink down and gingerly rubbing his hands against the skin of her arms. She smiled and sighed contently before closing her eyes again.
"Thank you, Sasuke-kun."
"It was nothing." His eyes trailed over her blanket-covered figure, catching sight of the red-tinted gauze wrapped tightly around her arm.
Sakura's emerald orbs opened at the feel of Sasuke's lips grazing her right wrist, she watched in awe as he littered her skin with light kisses all the way up to her wound. He didn't dare question her about it; he just wanted to make amends for being absent when it happened.
For even Sasuke was accustomed to open wounds.
"You look tired." Sakura gently commented.
"No I don't."
At this she giggled, and he noticed that what had once sounded so carefree and weightless now sounded like an anchor chained at the bottom of her lungs. "Lay with me, Sasuke-kun."
"Hn, let me change these wrappings first." He lifted her arm and she mutely nodded.
…
DING!
"Oi! I'll be right with you!" Ino rummaged around with a few more vases before selecting a popular purple polka dotted one and dashing out to the front of the store, an instant customer-only smile at her lips. "Welcome to the Yamanak-" upon seeing her company her pearly whites disappeared as her smile quickly dripped off her lips, "I have nothing to say to you."
"C'mon Ino, I just want to make it up to her—"
"For which part, Uzumaki? Completely abandoning all hope for the girl we all have proven to care immensely about or for blurting it out to her boyfriend?" She turned away from him and with the skills of an honest florist began to assemble a pre-ordered bouquet.
"For all of it, for everything."
"Hmph, that doesn't make up for what you said, Naruto, now if you'll excuse me I have much more productive things to do than listen to filth express it's regrets."
"But—
"I said I have nothing to—"
His naturally tanned hand grabbed her own; forcing her roses to fall and silencing her harsh commands yet signaling her snarling glare.
"I'm sorry Ino! You know how much faith and prayers and tears I've put into that girl, and you know I want nothing more in this world than for her to recover, I just-it slipped out and I didn't-I don't-"
Sigh. "You have no clue, do you?"
"Eh?"
"Naruto, we all know deep down that there is a chance she won't make it."
A deafening silence engulfed them both. The busy sidewalk outside was a mere fly on the wind shield compared to the pain their hearts were submersed in.
"But Ino—"
"Just shut up, will you? Let me finish." She sighed and continued to fixate her hand's attention on the bouquet, like a musician with an instrument she wove a silk ribbon through the stems and kept her eyes focused on her work; anything to obtain herself from crying. "Sakura even knows; she knows the most out of all of us. Kami knows she won't admit it, but she knows. Her mother and father as well, Naruto, even Sasuke." Another silky ribbon was pulled though the urethral green of the stems and Naruto's cerulean blue orbs couldn't look away. "We just-we just don't open our mouths to say so!"
He looked up to her at the sudden outburst, barely phased after witnessing the beauty of her creation. "Do you understand now? If we dare to allow her to know this she will give up, do you know what that means?"
"No, Ino, I don-"
"She'll stop trying," her hands moved quicker, the ribbon tearing in her haste, "she'll give up and die and she'll wither away on that corner lot in the cemetery," she snipped at the loose ends of a few flowers, clenching her hands within the grip of the scissors, "and we'll bring her flowers every year on her birthday and we'll all cry together and hold each other and realize that not one day goes by without us thinking that we could have done so much more to save her!" He watched lifelessly as she tossed away her ribbons and tools and slammed her open palms against the thorn-filled counter. "Don't you get it? Don't you understand?"
A frown etched itself onto his lips as he watched the water fall from her beautiful baby blue eyes; she was silent and he was motionless, but all of that seemed to disappear when they collapsed to the floor in pure exhaustion and regret.
…
"Sakura Haruno?"
Sasuke set aside his time-dwindling reading material and lifted off the stiff waiting room chair to grab Sakura's hand, pulling her up as well.
"Room twelve darling, it's just around that corner. It'll be the last door on your left." A sickeningly sweet smile etched itself into the nurses cheeks as she spoke, barely fazed as she monitored a breed of dying people. "I'll be with you in just a minute!"
Sasuke lightly pulled Sakura along the hallway, slightly slowing the pace to keep an eye on her as she watched her shoes leave miniscule prints in the carpet.
Check-ups were not her favorite.
"C'mon Sakura, it won't take too long."
"It's not the length of the appointment that worries me."
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in to plant a subtle kiss to her forehead, calming her nerves just to keep her from stopping in her tracks and running out the door.
"Thanks for coming with me, Sasuke-kun."
"Aa."
…
BR—ING!
BR—ING!
BR—I—
"Haruno residence."
From the side of the door frame Sakura's father watched his wife's brows furrow away in the light of the shell-decorated lamp on her left while her right hand clenched the bottom of her shirt in frustration or anxiety, he couldn't tell.
"You're sure? There's no other alternative?"
At this he stood straight and leaned away from the threshold to catch who exactly was on the other end of the line, no doubt it had something to do with his dying little girl.
"Aa, thank you, Dr. Tsunade, we'll be in to see you next week. H-hopefully for the last time."
Papa Haruno barely had time to catch the phone before it smashed against the hard wood floor while his wife fell to her knees shaking with sobs. And though he awaited the storm of her tears to pass before he asked, he knew it would be nothing short of terrible news.
…
"Sakura Haruno! Good to see you, dear." The white-haired physician smiled his best as he entered room twelve and unfortunately his pearly whites were not at all reflected by the seldom teens sitting atop his examination table. But he moved on with a practiced grace as if the awkwardness failed to exist.
"How are you, doctor?"
"Oh, I'm fine darlin', and how about yourself?"
She snorted indecently and squeezed Sasuke's hand a little tighter. "I've been better."
A hearty chuckle resounded in the room, a deafening slap in the face.
"You're still so full of life, Sakura Haruno." As he closed her file in his hands he poked her nose and smiled. "I love all life, Sakura, I absolutely love it. And I want you to enjoy yours, you see, which is why I contacted the head of all Cancer related studies at that hospital down the street. Her name is Dr. Tsunade, have you met her before?"
"A few times, yes."
"Good, because she's going to be performing your bone marrow transplant."
Sakura instantly let go of Sasuke's hand.
…
Drop.
Drip.
Drip.
Drop.
Naruto watched his kitchen faucet leak with mid-range dulling eyes, red from a sleepless night, irritated by his constant rubbing, tired beyond belief because he hadn't allowed himself to close them until he resounded with an award winning idea for his best friend.
So far he had nothing.
"Naruto-kun?"
He jumped at the sudden intrusion but looked towards Hinata nonetheless and offered his best attempt at a smile. She bluntly noticed his lack of color.
"What are you doing Naruto-kun?" Steering past the threshold to his apartment, she dropped her bag on the counter and bent down to grab his right arm and hoist him up.
"Aa, nothing. Say, Hinata-chan, where were you?"
"I was volunteering at the hospital, remember?" With her hand she quickly felt his face, searching for a fever, pneumonia, even a cold; anything to decipher his sudden delirium. "I was working with Dr. Tsunade today."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes, Naruto-kun. Would you like to hear what she told me?"
Once standing his smile was much easier to express, a lazy grin made its way to his lips as he leaned on Hinata and stared at her lips, barely listening, barely conscious, barely alive.
"She told me she would be performing a bone marrow transplant on Saku-NARUTO-KUN!"
He fell to the floor with a noisy THUD!
…
It was 10:39 on a Saturday night when Ten Ten's cell phone erupted. Her usual cheery 'Hiya' was cut short by the ever-present sobbing on the other end. "Uh-hello?"
"Ten Ten, it's Shikamaru, you better get over here."
As the weapon-loving, bun-wielding girl crunched her way through the snow, she realized that she had technically only been to the Nara household once. It was in middle school when Naruto, Sakura, Shikamaru, and herself had an extensive World History project to work on, and even then she hadn't really paid attention to the actual house. All she could remember was the bitter stench of smoke and the lazy gray tone of the walls.
Seeing it now presented no difference. The lights inside were oddly dimmed and unexpected for 11:03 on a Saturday night. She halted momentarily to eye the structure. Red panels on a beige-bricked home.
Ten Ten had barely wiped her feet on the 'Welcome' mat when the door was unlocked and swiftly opened.
"Finally, tch, no need to hurry, I already calmed her down."
"First of all, excuse me for not owning a car. And second, her?"
He jerked his head to the right and moved aside to let her in. The immediate glow of warmth would have her stuck in her tracks had it not been for the blue-eyed, beautiful blonde on Nara's couch. As expected, she was dozing off and cuddled up against the side of the couch with an old white quilt draped over her body.
"She came over an hour ago, crying and weeping and hysterical." Shikamaru made his way to the loveseat as he spoke, keeping his eyes on the muted television as he sat down next to the battered girl. "Something about Sakura."
Ten Ten was almost surprised when Ino turned and cuddled into the Nara bastard instead, and she barely caught her jaw when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Staying far away from awkwardness, the brunette sat on the shagged up carpet. Her fingers played with the ends of the navy flooring as she carefully took in the details of the situation.
"What was Ino so upset about, Shikamaru? This had to be something new." The words 'something terrible' went unsaid.
"Sakura's getting a bone marrow transplant, and Ino's going to donate it to her."
…
The usual group of friends did not see Sasuke or Sakura until December 27th. Naruto hadn't bothered searching for her and her forgiveness. His previous three attempts ended in his tears or his own puke. While Hinata stayed by his side she also had her volunteer duties and despite what she tells Naruto every night after her shift, she spends as much time as she can in the Cancer Patient ward. Ino wasn't ready to tell Sakura of what she had done. The cherry blossom never did desire their help or their concern, whether it was pride or fear she could not tell. Ten Ten and Shikamaru were too busy keeping Konoha's blue-eyed princess at ease above keeping Sakura company. The girl was a ticking time bomb; a catastrophe of tears and self-hating rants. Neither quite understood why.
On the night of the Hyuuga's nineteenth birthday, everyone had planned to gather at the Uzumaki household. It was almost surprising that Naruto had actually cleaned up the place. Discarded instant ramen cups no longer littered the floor and free-range porn no longer lingered on the walls; almost as surprising as Ino's lavender sweater, or Neji's tucked-away bottle of champagne, or Hinata's elegant sapphire earrings, or Sakura's lack of color.
Sasuke watched her from afar. That's the only way he could see her now, as if she were floating to a distant land and he was stuck on the sun-stroked shore watching. All he could do was helplessly watch.
The rosy pink hue that usually accompanied her cheeks had vanished, her eyelids looked too heavy considering how often she would close them, and her hands would shake delicately every time she reached for her glass of 100% pure orange juice. And whenever she happened to excuse herself in a hurry Ten Ten or Ino would reluctantly follow and hold back her hair as she wheezed, coughed, and puked into the bathroom sink.
But she dared not to leave, sleep, or even lightly rest. It was Hinata's nineteenth birthday and she would be in attendance.
"I won't let this thing destroy the one relationship I have with the people I love, Sasuke-kun."
"Dinner's ready!" Naruto sprang from the Kitchen door and Hinata followed along in her tall, black heels. Her smile could light up the darkest of days.
Ten Ten grabbed Neji's hand who yanked Ino's ponytail who then shoved Shikamaru before he could grab Sasuke's tie who wrapped his arm around Sakura and dragged her into the dining room while a bout of laughter was left behind in their presence.
"How, pray tell how did you make all of this look so good and not burn down the house?" Ten Ten hollered before shoving a spoonful of rice into her mouth while Neji looked at her like the ungrateful horse she was behaving as.
Naruto stuck his tongue out and wrapped his arm around 'his woman', as he referred to Hinata. "First of all: Jiraiya would murder me with a pen if I burned this place down, and second of all: it's called The Power of Love Ten Ten-banshee, give it a try would you?" Too far gone was his remark as Ten Ten was ignoring him for the food.
Ino exploded into a trio of excitement, awe, and wonder. She complimented the thankfully black-suited knucklehead on how well he glazed the turkey or how the sushi was 'just the right touch' and even admired his sense of decorating with Lilies and Lilacs.
The Nara shrugged and rubbed his hands together in anticipation to reach the cheesecake fresh from the freezer.
Sasuke could care less about the food. He was still furious with Naruto and he was starting to worry about the pinkette shrugging out of consciousness next to him. He watched her movements, studied them even and he knew she was nowhere near well enough to be present. It was the way her right eye would twitch every time a noisy CLANG would echo from a fork and a dish, or the way she would slowly start to drift off against his shoulder and jolt awake five seconds later as if nothing had happened at all. Her fingers fiddled with the ends of her wine red dress and her smile kept slipping off her lips and down into the pile of things she had been faking for the sake of the evening.
She never did like the attention of others. Not the pity nor the fret nor the worry. She had told him time and time again.
"Sakura." He reached out to her other side and rested his hand against her waist, guiding her swaying body to his own.
"Hmmmm?" She was melting to him like a piece of sugar-coated chocolate.
"Let me take you home, you need to rest." He whispered, but she immediately shook away from his hold and leaned against the edge of the table, shaking her head with her eyes closed.
"No, Sasuke-kun. I don't want to go home, I'm not ready to go home, and I'm having fun so let's stay awhile longer." Her tone was nothing but persistent despite her slightly slurred words.
A long sigh escaped him at her determination; she was like a military fort.
"Sakura—"
"I said no Sasuke-kun." At this she peeled her eyes open and squinted at the sharp light, but kept her watery gaze on him nonetheless. "Look at how much fun everyone's having." She lifted her hand and pointed down towards the end of the table. Naruto was threatening to sling a spoonful of gravy at Neji while Hinata was covering her mouth in barely contained giddiness. Ten Ten was covering her boyfriend's body with her own, dramatizing the situation for pure fun while Neji was as blank as ever, except for the glare he was shooting Naruto. Ino was half buzzed on the bottle of champagne she stole from Neji's side of the table and Shikamaru was trying to get in on some as well. Both of them were laughing hysterically. "Do you know how much it hurts to take that away from them?"
Sasuke's onyx gaze was directed back to her as she spoke. A faraway look was in her eyes as she watched them have the time of their lives.
"It's like no one can have fun around me unless I'm having fun too. You know, Sasuke-kun, I've been this way for a long time and I'm really sick of being everyone's ultimate mood-of-the-day decision." She shut off her emerald beauties from the world again, pressing her forehead against his shoulder instead. "I just don't want to end this great moment with a nosebleed or a coughing fit. I don't want to be the reason people are sad, Sasuke-kun." He lifted his hand to stroke her back tenderly and awaited the rest of what she had to say, knowing full well that she had a long way to go. "And besides, I should spend as much time as I can with all of you, seeing as I won't be around for lo—"
"Stop that. You know I don't like when you talk like that, Sakura."
"Heh, I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun." She opted for wrapping her arms around his stomach to calm him down, listening to the steady beat of his heart while he kissed the top of her head; another way to tell her that she was forgiven.
…
"Bye guys!" Naruto's tanned palm could be seen from across the street as his guests vacated his home and into their cars. Hinata cowered behind him, practically berating him for leaving the door open for so long.
Ino wobbled next to Shikamaru who was trying his best to be patient with her. The bottle of champagne she downed an hour ago was long forgotten. Ten Ten crunched through the snow, giggling like some school girl while ignoring Neji's pleas to kindly 'get out of there and wipe your dirty feet before you go anywhere near my car'. Sasuke had his arm hooked through Sakura's as he watched her slowly step towards the street, barely aware of where she was headed.
"Don't slip."
"I won't Sasuke-kun."
"I won't catch you if you do."
"Yes you will."
His grip tightened considerably before he muttered a barely audible 'Hn'.
"Don't worry, Sasuke-kun, I'm not going anywhere." He would have believed her had she held the strength to lift her heavy gaze off the salted cement.
They reached his car just as Hinata ushered Naruto into the house, closing the door with a reasonable THUD. Sasuke opened the door for his beloved and closed in just enough time to catch her turning away to doze off. Despite the hour running well into midnight, Sasuke thought it best to take a longer route to the Haruno household. Whether it was for the lingering moments he wished to spend with the girl or the underlying fact that she looked so peaceful curled up against his leather passenger seat.
He didn't arrive at her home until 12:47.
"Sakura," he whispered, "C'mon Sakura, I have to take you inside."
He received no answer.
"Sakura." He was a bit more forceful this time, shaking her arm and hoisting her up off the seat. "Sakura, wake up."
"Hmm? S-Sas-OW!" His eyes widened to an immeasurable size when she gripped her head in her hands and winced from something he could not see nor stop.
"Sakura! Sakura, what's wrong?"
She shook her head back and forth quickly, blood dripping relentlessly from her nose as she tried to escape her own delirium.
"It hurts Sasuke-kun! Please make it stop." She pleased as her grip grew tighter, the strength she had been missing for the evening had suddenly returned just so she could squeeze her head hard enough to pop; her knuckles turning white in the paleness of the moonlight, her knees closing in on herself temporarily attempting to shut herself off from the world around her. "Please, Sasuke-kun! Please!"
Sasuke, barely through with panicking, turned towards the road and slammed his foot on the gas. Taking off to the hospital at 12:58 on a Saturday night in hopes that the girl beside him would be okay, that she would greet him with a smile any minute now and pretend like this whole incident never happened, that she would stop screaming and her blood would stop sinking into his leather seats.
...
Welp, I'm an inconsiderate asshole.
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Everything I wrote fantastically turned to unacceptable shit the next day.
& I refused to allow you all to read it.
Do excuse my language.
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