I didn't leave a A/N at the end of the last chapter because it wouldn't have felt right, ya know? It would have gone something like:
'Then there was dead silence...'
'... A/N- So what did ya think, huh huh huh?'
Now that that's settled...
It's my birthday! Yes, my birthday, happy birthday to meeeeeeeeee-eeeee! Yea! I'm fifteen!!! Woooop!! I love you guys, you know who you are!!
Punky Gal- Hey you're back! ^_~ Yes Trunks is so going to regret it. Men suck.
Lisa Visa- Hiya! Well yeah obviously that was an understatement, nothing compared to shit bouncing back up when you flush...
Lady of the Dark- *smirks* That's right Lorna! She gets to have you now, hey wonder if she'll put you in her chamber of doom (cheesy name) *evil face* ^_^ *gives her a pink scrunchie* you can keep that.
Bloodlust Night- Hey, you cried? Wow, I never knew I could describe things that well... are you sure it's just not something that's stuck in your eye? Wow, I made Bloodlust cry... *silent victory dance* I hope you're okay now! Lol.
Veronica G- I guess you're gonna find out exactly what happens, thanks for reviewing!
Hannio- Hmm everyone's reaction, well I haven't exactly wrote it in that way... I hope you like my version too *pouts* Thank you for reviewing, stay tuned for the next chapter!
Aqua- o.o *silence* ....... Overreaction is kinda my middle name... I am THE drama queen. Lol, just try to imagine WHY Trunks overreacted. Thanks :P lol.
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Crazy in Love
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I Never Told You
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: : SUNDAY 21st JULY (that's 1.5 months later) : :
[Trunks]
Once again, I'd come to visit Marron. I'd been waiting nearly two months now. I've been waiting for the day she wakes up. A new bunch of flowers every day. Ever since that day...
When I had shouted at her, and caused her to lash out onto the street.
I will never ever forgive myself for that. I mean, what if Marron had died? What if she'd died?
I pushed the thought straight from my head and chose to remain optimistic about the situation. It's just too easy too think negative. And I'm willing to fight that temptation. I had a good feeling that I'd see her today.
I carried the bouquet of flowers gingerly in my arms and approached the reception desk. The lady behind it handed me a visiting pass before announcing visiting hours on the loudspeaker.
I made my way up three flights of stairs, and then turned left in the corridor. I looked at all the sick patients with their loved ones by their side. I hated to think of Marron as a patient. I've never liked hospitals, they saddened me so much. I wandered around for a few minutes before I reached Marron's usual room. But today, I found she wasn't there.
Opting for the better conclusion, I asked someone where she had moved.
'Excuse me, nurse.' I called to a passing male nurse. He stared at me for a while and then started grinning madly.
'Yes?' he said dreamily.
'Can you tell me where a woman called Marron Chestnut's room is?'
'Oh, this was her old room, she was moved... let's see... yesterday. Are you a visitor?' he answered, looking at his notes.
'Yes.'
'Well...'
He pointed down the hallway and called out some directions of which I managed to take in slightly. I thanked him and he smiled at me and went off on his way.
Walking down some more and then turning left again, I soon reached the designated room and thought there was some mistake because there was yet again nobody in it.
I caught the attention of another nurse and asked her if I had taken the wrong way. She took a look at her clipboard and told me I was at the right place. I entered into the room. Minute by minute, it was getting harder for me to think positive. Why wasn't Marron in the room?
I consolated myself with thoughts that Marron was most likely in the bathroom or something like that. And that she was probably having a little trouble so she might have needed some nurses to help. It helped me for a little while, but then I'd realize she'd been away way too long. And how was she to move about in her injured state? I was about to ask another nurse whether Marron had changed rooms, but then I realized that I'd already asked twice.
Suddenly my head was filled with terrible thoughts.
What if she'd been moved on? What if she'd been moved on that morning and none of the nurses were told? What if she'd went to sleep last night and didn't wake up? What if she died, and never got to hear me apologize for what I made her do? What if she had died, not knowing how much I loved her?
For there wasn't a day that went past that I didn't think of her.
I never had the chance to tell her those things, and I couldn't live with myself knowing that.
No, I thought. I wasn't giving up that easily. I placed the bouquet of flowers on her bedside table and left her room.
I trooped around the hospital floor, searching every nook and cranny for her. If I paid full attention, I would have taken a second glance at the girl near the bathrooms, but I wasn't, and I didn't. I ran to the canteen and ran up to the counter boy.
'Where is she?' I screamed.
He looked at me blankly and shook his head. I pulled a face at him and quickly moved on. I ran to the medical storage rooms and called Marron's name desperately, hoping that through thick walls she'd somehow manage to receive my cry, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. I felt like lost puppy that had been estranged from his owner. I felt like a mother that'd lost her child. I'd felt like a husband that lost his wife. I felt all these things at once and it was just too overwhelming for me, I fell to the floor. My side hurt badly from the crash to the floor. My face stung from the tears that had already fallen. My heart broke from my longing for Marron.
I wept frantically and attempted to sit up. My side hurt less but my heart was still bleeding. I stood up at last and I stopped the tears, my feelings descending into a pit of nothingness. I just felt empty. Like I hadn't been fed in days, like there was no emotion, no love.
I traipsed back to Marron's room and plodded onto a chair. I didn't know what pain was anymore, because physically, I felt like I was incapable of feeling anything.
I bent my head down and started to cry again. There was nothing else I could do.
Stay positive, I thought.
My words hit me like a hammer. I didn't even know what had happened to her, and yet I was assuming the worse. I said I wouldn't think negatively but it turns out that my will isn't as strong as it seemed.
Right at that moment, as if I had been granted a miracle, I saw a light figure of a woman through the blinds. Slowly standing up, I cleared my face of tears. I ran a hand through my hair to get it off my wet face. Slowly, the door opened.
Slowly it opened, but it wasn't her. The person'd got the wrong room.
I dragged my legs back into the room and sat once again on the chair.
An hour later, I was really hungry, and visiting period was almost over. I was nearly convinced that Marron had died. I couldn't give up hope, but that didn't stop me from crying again.
I stepped outside the room and collided with someone.
'Sorry, Miss.'
I looked up to see who it was......
... And saw an angel.
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A/N- O.O I don't really know what to say. Please tell me what you were feeling when you read that.