Beep... Beep... Beep...
Every inch of me aches. For some odd reason, I can't move. I fade in and out of consciousness, but no matter what, I still can't move.
Everyday, someone comes and talks to me, well if you can call it talking. Their voice is muffled, and I can't make out a single word, hell, I don't even know if they're talking to me.
Everyday, I try to force my eyelids open, but like the entirety of my body, they don't obey. It's like it's not even my body, like I'm not in control. I guess I'll just have to wait...
*Cry's POV*
"Allie?" I question the motionless girl in the hospital bed in front of me.
As I suspected, I get no answer. I sigh, and go back to my chair. The book I brought wasn't helping, I couldn't even get five minutes into it before I started staring at Allie again, watching her for any movement, any at all.
I had hardly slept the last couple of days, so I decide to try and fall asleep. I close my eyes, and listen. The only sounds are our breathing, and the beep... beep... beep of one of the machines Allie's hooked up to.
I hear a small shuffle and shoot upwards, checking Allie for any movement. Nothing. I soon turn around to head back to my chair, but before I can even take a step, I hear a cough.
I spin around as I hear a small whimper.
"ALLIE!" I yell and grab her hand to let her know I'm there.
"C-Cry?"
"Yeah?"
"I really am dead... thank god..."
"What? No! You're in the hospital. I found you and they pumped your stomach and..."
"...Oh."
She takes her hand out of mine and nervously runs it though her hair.
"Um, Cry?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm starving."
"I'll, uh, go find a nurse!"
I race out of the room, and look both ways down the hallway. I spot a nurse three rooms down, and sprint to her.
"Um, excuse me?" I say, and she turns around.
"Hello, can I help you?" Asks the short blonde.
"My friend just woke up and..."
"Which room?"
"One-oh-four ((104 for you slow ones)),"
She smiles and me and "adjusts her bust" before heading towards Allie's room, motioning for me to follow.
"Hello Allie, how are you feeling?" asks the nurse.
"Achy and hungry." she tells her.
"I'll go find the doctor and get you something." she says, before winking at me and strutting out of the room.
What do I say? Oh god, what do I say? I would ask why on earth she decided to end her life, but it seems impolite. I clear my throat.
"Hi Allie, how are you doing?" a tall male that I assume is the doctor asks as he strolls into the room.
"I'm gonna go grab something to eat, alright?" I tell her before sneaking out of the room.
I set down my tray of gross looking mac and cheese, and sit.
"Hi again!" says the nurse from earlier.
"Oh, hi."
She sets her tray down across from me and takes a seat.
"Was that your girlfriend?" she asks.
"No, just a friend. Why?"
"No reason." She tells me.
"I'm Gwen, you?"
"I go by Cry."
"Cry? That's uncommon...
"Yeah, I guess so..."
I nibble at my tasteless meal, the awkward silence, well, awkward.
"I'm sorry about your... friend." she says a few minutes later.
"Thanks, I guess." I grumble. I scoop the last mouthful of my food into my mouth and stand up.
"It was nice meeting you Cry!" she calls cheerily. I turn and wave goodbye, before dumping my leftovers into the garbage.
*Allie's POV*
"So Allie, I highly recommend therapy. I know a really nice girl, I can give you her number if you like." The doctor, Dr. Grayson, tells me. I nod, still fazed by the the fact that I'm alive. My head shoots up at the knocking on the door.
"Come in." Dr. Grayson sighs.
"I can come back; I didn't mean to interrupt." Says the deep, calming voice I know much too well.
"No, it's fine. We'll be keeping Miss Wood overnight, and if alls good, she can head home tomorrow." He tells us,
"Can I have a moment with you, young man?"
"Sure." Cry says, and two pairs of footsteps slowly fade away. I sigh, clenching and unclenching my now working fingers to pass the time.
A few minutes later I hear footsteps again, and they stop next to my bed.
"So, Allie, how are you?" Cry asks.
"Just fucking dandy..." I laugh dryly. "How long was I out?"
"Only a couple of days." he murmurs.
"A couple of DAYS!?" I half gasp and half shout. "QUICK, HOW MANY FOLLOWERS DO I HAVE?"
Cry lets out a small laugh.
"Umm, 5.2k"
"I'M FAMOUS, HELL YEA!" I shout as I shoot my hands up in the air.
He lets out another laugh, ending it with a sigh.
"Anything else important happen?" I ask.
"Not really, but what do I know; I've been here the entire time you have." He sighs.
"ELLIE." I scream, remembering. my companion.
"Don't worry, Jund's taking care of her." Cry explains, his tone warm, and I can tell he's smiling.
"Thank god." I sigh, relieved.
"Now go."
"W-what?" he asks, and I can hear the confusion in his voice.
"Go. Go get some sleep, take a shower, change your clothes, etcetera." I tell him.
He begins to oppose, but halfway through his sentence, he yawns. He sighs, and grumbles something that sounds a bit like "fine."
After he leaves, I'm left alone with my thoughts, but tonight, my thoughts don't lead to regrettable decisions.
I'm alive, not dead, alive. If Cry hated me, why am I still breathing? The happiness overwhelms me, and small streams of moisture start to stream down my face as I giggle happily, a wide smile plastered on my face. My idol, the person I look up to, the person whose videos I turn to on horrid days, actually enjoys my company!
I fall asleep to the positive thoughts, filled with excitement for next day.
A/n:
Hi!
Writers block is a bitch, but hopefully I'll update regularly from now on. I bet you guys thought she was dead, well.. April fools? Too late for that. Anyway, I'm glad to be writing again, and I hope you enjoyed this chappie. If you did, leave a review, it would make my day!
Till next time loves.