Chapter 10

Has anyone else been having uploading issues? -.- I think my laptops on crack... luckily I have acsess to a different computer this weekend.

Now, (If this works) on to the story!

A month goes by way too fast. Way too damn fast.

I saw it today when I was doing my rounds on the streets, on some sort of news cast: the date. It was January 13th. Just three days before we needed to pay the hospital. Just three days before they cut Snake off life support. Just three fucking days.

And of course it rained for the past week, so there has been barley anyone on the streets, and of course the fuzz has caught on to us, so when ever a green-skinned person was found walking around, they were being followed by a police cruiser, making it nearly impossible to hold up any stores. It felt like the city was against us raising the last seven thousand. Seven thousand dollars. That's all we needed. Seven fucking thousand.

I walked towards the hospital, unbothered by the gloomy weather. Like I said, this month went by way too fast, and we aren't gonna make ends meet in three days, so I need to ask the doctor if we can be a few thousand short. Hopefully we'll only need to pay the majority , but knowing my luck, it'll end up being something not ending in Snake's favour.

I walked into the all too-familiar hospital, and headed directly to Snake's room. I was surprised to see a different green person there.

"Buttacup?" She had been placing flowers in a vase on the table beside Snake's cot, but stopped at the sound of her name. "Oh. Hi, Ace." She quietly said, as she finished setting up some bright pink flowers. She then quickly stood up a colourful "Get well soon!" card. She looked at me, and I sent her a "Why are you here?" look.

"Blossom picked the flowers and Bubbles made the card, so I delivered." She explained herself, pointing to the objects. I raised an eye brow. Ugh. Again with the fact that it didn't matter that we were moral enemies, they cared. I mentally shuddered, but gave Buttercup a slight smile and head nod; a silent "thank you".

I heard the door open and close behind me, to hear a familiar voice. "Just the person I was looking for." The doctor said "I was just wanting to remind you that Mr. Ingleberry's surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. I'm sure your prepared to pay for the full payment?" His cold words were like daggers and the emphasis on "full" killed the idea of us only paying what we had.

We didn't have the money, and something tells me he knew that. What type of sick person insists on letting someone who could be saved die? I'm a villain and this seemed low to me (although, if Snake wasn't a gang member, my thoughts would probably be different).

The doctor stared at me with one grey eyebrow raised, awaiting my response, awaiting for me to tell him that he'd be "forced by the state" to kill Snake. I could feel the anger building up inside of me, like carbonation in a pop can before it explodes. I shook my head, not wanting to say anything, fearing I'd be in an all out rage if I spoke.

"And you know what we will be forced to do." His too-calm of voice of his...It sent my "Of course I do! Ya haven't shad up about it since we first brought him here! It was always "You do realize we'll have to cut him off life support" or "There's nothing we can do." Never anything positive! It's like you want him to die!"

"Ace, your over reacting." Buttercup quietly said from behind me, defending the doctor that was now cowering against one of the walls. I turned and shot her a look so cold it made her, the toughest puff, cringe in fear.

"You. Shad up. Ya don't know him! He has barley even lived yet! He's only... Umm... Not even eighteen yet! He's just a kid! You can't do this! Ya don't know how little he has goin' his way in his short life! He never left the state, or had a girlfriend, or nothin'!" I kicked the table by the cot, causing the vase to fall to the ground and the porcelain it was made of to crack on the hospital's hard tile floor. I turned to leave the room, as Buttercup called out my name, but I continued on through the hospital, and out to the parking lot.

"Ace! Stop!" Buttercup repeated, trailing quickly behind me, and then flying in front of me to cut me off. I scowled, preparing myself to be told off by her.

"Ace, listen."

Ugg.. why have my chappies been so short lately? Review anyways :3