Note: I've been taking some extra writing lessons at school, and I've
finally gotten over my year-long lack of inspiration. So I think my writing
is a lot better (judging by the poems and other RE story I wrote). To ME, I
can see a better difference, and it really feels mature to me now. Thanks
for your support everyone. Seriously, THANKS.
Chris slid down the tidy halls of the hospital, occasionally knocking over a cart or shelf as he hurried to be with his little sister Claire. No time to be careful, he had to be with her. The doctor had only told him that she was hit by a car, and nothing more. Though it was enough for him to be going a bit, crazy shall we say?
Than the room Claire was in appeared before Chris. He held in his gasps for air, and tried to bring himself together, but the second he saw that the door number was Claire's. He could feel himself breaking down even worse than before. Although he was afraid, Chris opened the door quietly and stepped into the room slowly.
The room had quite the typical hospital look to it, with a counter and sink built into it on one side, and a desk with a computer and modem on top of it. In the center of the room was Claire on a bed. Aqua green blanket tucked in below her arms.
"Hey", she whispered and smiled weakly.
Amazingly, she didn't look too bad at all. Just a bit pale and bruised. The worse was a cut running from her right eye brow to the center of her forehead.
"Anything broken?" Chris asked stupidly, not quite sure what to say to her.
"Nah, I lucked out. But I did sprain my wrist, and my back is sore as hell", Claire smiled brighter and showed off her carefully wrapped wrist, "and I do believe I had to have something stitched up on that same arm. Oh yeah! Check out that cut on my head? Doesn't it add to my bad ass look, or what?!"
"Calm down Claire or the doctor will come back here and kick me out for getting you all worked up", said Chris quickly. He didn't find the cut on her head or the wrapped up wrist very cool looking on Claire, although it would have seemed so if she'd have gotten it just playing football maybe.
"So, how'd it really happen Claire? I know you didn't just walk out there in front of that car", Chris spoke calmly now. The last thing he wanted was to upset Claire too much, he wasn't sure if Claire was emotionally hurt by what happened, but it wasn't worth the risk of getting her angry.
"I called Denny earlier-", she started, but the second she said Denny, Chris's face turned purple and he began to clench and unclench his fists, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen! I didn't want to cause more problems! Please believe!"
"Ok! Claire, just...continue before I jump to conclusions", Chris answered airily now.
"Denny agreed to meet up with me, and well. We started arguing and the next thing I know, we're fighting in the road, and I flung him back behind me. Then this car kinda popped out of nowhere...", Claire trailed off from there.
"Yeah, the guys in that car were down stairs asking about you earlier. That's how I found out what happened really. Erm, although I think I pissed off that big doctor, he was kind of an asshole so I had to practically beat him down to a pulp to find out where you were being kept", Chris scratched his head in thought as he spoke.
Claire chuckled at her brother's gorilla-thinking expression, as she always called it.
"Who told you I was being kept hostage here?" Claire asked a little more lazily. All of a sudden she was beginning to feel drowsy.
'Must be the drugs kicking in again...crap', Claire thought in a dizzy haze.
"Leon did", Chris answered quickly, "are you alright? You're starting to go cross eyed."
"Eh, yaaaa, I'm fine. I think I just need ta sleep", she slurred slightly.
"Alright. I'll be down in the lobby, erm, getting myself out of trouble with the hospital, ok?" Chris said as he leaned forward and kissed Claire's cheek softly.
"Sure thing", she whispered before closing her eyes and almost admittedly falling asleep.
Chris slipped out of the room just as quietly as he had entered, keeping sure not to disturb Claire. Then as he began to turn on heel to walk back down to the lobby of the hospital, a large doctor in a white coat strode briskly toward him.
"Ah shit", Chris mumbled under his breath. It was the same doctor he had to "practically beat down to a pulp" earlier.
"Excuse me sir! You aren't supposed to be in there! The girl's been given medication and she's not quite reacting well at the moment. So if you could please...", the doctor stopped after a moment as it occurred to him that Chris wasn't paying attention too much.
"Please follow me down to the waiting area", the doctor said loud enough to catch Chris's awareness.
Chris did as the doctor commanded and followed along, dragging his feet a bit along the way. His mind buzzed with thoughts of what Claire had told him what happened, and although it didn't look as if he'd given any thought to what the large man said to him, he realized at once that if Claire was on medication and wasn't reacting well, maybe she had forgotten to add something into that story. Like WHY exactly she went to see Denny in the first place. Or maybe it wasn't that big of a deal and Chris was finally going mental because of his sister's risky behavior.
"Here we are", said the doctor loudly.
"Thanks", Chris answered with a nod and handshake before going to find a seat.
"Chris!" Jill almost screeched when he nearly walked pass her in thought, her face was tear stained and her eyes were shimmering with slight pink where it should be white, "is she...alright?"
"Sprained wrist, stitches, not as bad as I thought it'd be though", Chris said in reassurance.
Jill leaped into Chris's arms and began sobbing into his shirt. Chris stood shocked a bit, but hugged and whispered sweetly to her.
Chris looked up from Jill after awhile and saw Leon standing over in the corner of the room, his face was as white as a sheet and he looked dreadfully sick. For a moment Leon kept eye contact with Chris and nodded before staring off at some other bit of nothingness. Evidently, Claire had worried him quite a bit too. Chris suddenly felt guilty for knocking Leon silly in the Burger King. It was stupid to have thought of the guy as a sleazy asshole when he saw him kissing Claire.
"Mr. Redfield?" A woman's voice asked from behind Chris.
"Yes?" Chris let Jill go and turned to listen.
It was another doctor, her blue eyes looked tired and the hair she had apparently put up into a bun was beginning to fall out in strands. Somehow it made her look a little more attractive.
"Your sister is going to have to stay here for awhile for recovery, for a few days if that's alright with you. It is possible to let her leave sooner but that could be a bit risk taking", the woman spoke softly as if Chris were a lost child.
"Let her stay. It's probably for the best right now", Chris nodded.
"Now, I just need your signature on a few papers and such. If you'd please follow me", the woman said.
At that Chris was walking along behind another doctor to another room. She offered him a seat in front of her desk, and he politely accepted. She began to speak quickly about various things and passing him papers that he signed without reading. All he heard is that the woman's name was Eliza Johnson, and that Claire had admitted to feeling very sick when she arrived at the hospital by ambulance.
"Erm, what was all that I was signing?" He asked once he realized he had no clue.
"Legal terms, and proving that you know how to handle Claire if there is anymore problems", Eliza cocked a dark eye brow.
"Ah yeah, I do. Is that it?" Chris asked quickly.
"Yes, that is. Now, usually we don't get into personal affairs, but right now I think it's urgent we know what kind of relationship your sister and that man Denny are in."
"Denny is Leon's cousin", Chris mumbled.
"Who?"
"Oh, that snarling looking guy in the waiting room. Dark hair too. That's Claire's boyfriend Leon.
"We're here because Leon's cousin Denny is getting married", Chris added, "Denny's been a bit of a problem, and I guess Claire thought she could solve all our problems. I'm not sure, she didn't explain it all to me yet."
"Ah, I see. You do know that Denny is also here, correct?" said Eliza, staring curiously at Chris.
"No, I had no idea. Is he here for Claire or what?"
"Denny was knocked unconscious in the little fight with your sister, apparently she had shoved him pretty hard, and the back of his skull smashed against a pole", Eliza spoke in monotone, "He's in a coma now."
Chris stared in a bit of shock. He couldn't quite find the words to reply. He wasn't all that entirely upset, but on the other hand, he was a bit shocked that Claire could knock a man unconscious twice in the same week like that.
"He's come out of it at all?" asked Chris in awe.
"Nope", Eliza shook her head, and stood up, "I'm sure you'd like to tell your friends about your sister's conditions and Denny's if you care to at all. Thanks for taking time to speak with me."
Eliza showed Chris to the door, and they shook hands quickly.
"Ah shit Claire, what have we got you in now?" Chris sighed once he was out of Eliza's office and heading back to the waiting room.
A woman sobbed loudly from a few yards behind Chris, causing him to turn back to see what had happened.
Fran!
It was her alright, and Jill was with her. Helping her walk. They were headed in the opposite direction, probably going to find Denny's room. Chris decided on going back to the waiting room to catch up with Leon instead of helping out though. He sighed and continued on.
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"How's Claire?"
"She's doing fine."
"How long does she have to stay here?"
"Like I said before son, maybe a few more days to stay on the safe side. She's still a bit worn out."
"Alright", a sad voice answered. It sounded like Leon, but there was only one way to find out. Claire opened her eyes to see.
"Leon", she called out in a weary voice.
Her head panged too much for her to stay awake any longer and she was lost again to the darkness only she could see once again.
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"Hey", Jill spoke softly.
"Gah, what the hell. I feel like I've been hit by a train", Denny grumbled, "How long have I been asleep?"
"Three days now", Jill answered, still softly.
"My wedding, tomorrow", Denny gasped.
"Yeah, I'm surprised Fran still wants to marry you after all we told her the other day", Jill was sitting in a chair next to Denny's bed. Her head was propped into her open hands, and she spoke very dryly.
"Everything?" Denny asked cautiously, his eyes flashing fear.
"Yep", Jill answered as if it was nothing, "she was pretty upset about the whole thing, but decided that if I forgave you than she would too."
"Forgive me?" Denny peered up at Jill.
"Yeah, unfortunately I'm letting you off the hook again. Probably the only thing that saved your wedding was me. So no...don't bother thanking me for being such a nice bitch", said Jill sarcastically.
"Thanks I guess...but why did you tell her you're forgiving me?"
"Because I am", Jill continued when Denny didn't answer, "but I'm not going to forgive you for what you did to Claire. Though I didn't mention that part to Fran."
"How is Claire? Is she hurt? Is she going to live?"
"Claire's hurt and drugged out on medication, but she's surviving it", then Jill rolled her eyes, "As if being plowed down by a car could kill her."
"Is Chris and Leon here?"
On and on Denny questioned Jill, and she answered each question in the same drawling tone. And After awhile the subject had changed completely from Claire to sports. From sports to music. From music to past experiences. From past experiences to politics, and on to other irrelevant topics until Jill announced that it was time for her to leave.
'Boy can he act innocent when he's in trouble. Heh, hope he has fun with the cops I called coming in later on', Jill thought bitter amusement as she left his room to meet up with Chris. He was probably still with Claire, who had been feeling much better only yesterday.
"Hey Jill", Leon caught Jill by her arm and showed off a wide grin, "they're letting Claire out of the hospital! You have to come and wait at the front desk with me for her."
Leon in all his thrill dragged Jill back to the front desk, and made her wait nearly half an hour before Claire came out hugging onto her brother's shoulder for support, a wide grin similar to Leon's worn on her face as she staggered toward them.
"Man! I've never had that many shots at a hospital before! I thought they'd put so much medicine in me that my blood had changed colors!" Claire quipped excitedly, trying to hide any bit of fear she had earlier.
"That's not cool", said Chris who was now frowning at his sister, "Doctor's orders were for you to take it easy and rest a lot. You're not doing a good job of taking it easy Claire."
"Don't worry. I'll handle her from here", Leon said while practically yanking Claire into his own arms. He gave her a quick hug and kiss, then helped her walk along outside to find the van.
After Chris and Jill went together to get the van, they pilled Claire and Leon in with them, and head out for the highway that would lead them to Rick's.
"Heh, imagine. Going back to Rick's. I thought I'd never see that house again", Claire laughed aloud.
Claire went on happily about her experiences in the hospital as if they weren't incredibly painful, but more along the lines of fun until Chris was too bored to keep up with her now exaggerated story of life and death.
"How's Denny?" Chris asked Jill.
"Good I guess. Oh, get this, his wedding's being rescheduled to next month. Fran's sticking with him. She's also decided a month would be enough time for him to 'get back to better health'", Jill mimicked, then thoughtfully added, "He asked me to come too."
"And you said?"
"Nope! Weddings just aren't my thing. I think I'll go back home tomorrow actually. No point in staying now", she shrugged.
"Rescheduled? What was rescheduled?" Claire asked loudly.
"Denny's wedding you dope. Pay attention", Leon laughed and poked Claire's shoulder.
"Ah! Don't poke Claire! Ugggghhh, the pain!" Claire groaned in a horribly fake acting voice.
"So are you two going back home with Jill or what?" Chris asked or more like shouted, trying to get heard over Claire's aggravatingly annoying death scene in the back seat.
"Hey I came to see a damn wedding, and I'm going to see it whether I have to wait another year!" Claire barked all of a sudden.
"Hear, hear!" Leon replied in agreement.
"We're staying", Claire smiled finally.
End of Chapter: WOOOOOOO! It's almost done. *wipes away a tear* Well, R&R plz. And keep in mind...it's a little late for you to ask me to change something or point out a mistake I made so, eh. Sowwy. ^_^' But don't worry, I promise at least another chapter, maybe two if I feel like being nice.
Chris slid down the tidy halls of the hospital, occasionally knocking over a cart or shelf as he hurried to be with his little sister Claire. No time to be careful, he had to be with her. The doctor had only told him that she was hit by a car, and nothing more. Though it was enough for him to be going a bit, crazy shall we say?
Than the room Claire was in appeared before Chris. He held in his gasps for air, and tried to bring himself together, but the second he saw that the door number was Claire's. He could feel himself breaking down even worse than before. Although he was afraid, Chris opened the door quietly and stepped into the room slowly.
The room had quite the typical hospital look to it, with a counter and sink built into it on one side, and a desk with a computer and modem on top of it. In the center of the room was Claire on a bed. Aqua green blanket tucked in below her arms.
"Hey", she whispered and smiled weakly.
Amazingly, she didn't look too bad at all. Just a bit pale and bruised. The worse was a cut running from her right eye brow to the center of her forehead.
"Anything broken?" Chris asked stupidly, not quite sure what to say to her.
"Nah, I lucked out. But I did sprain my wrist, and my back is sore as hell", Claire smiled brighter and showed off her carefully wrapped wrist, "and I do believe I had to have something stitched up on that same arm. Oh yeah! Check out that cut on my head? Doesn't it add to my bad ass look, or what?!"
"Calm down Claire or the doctor will come back here and kick me out for getting you all worked up", said Chris quickly. He didn't find the cut on her head or the wrapped up wrist very cool looking on Claire, although it would have seemed so if she'd have gotten it just playing football maybe.
"So, how'd it really happen Claire? I know you didn't just walk out there in front of that car", Chris spoke calmly now. The last thing he wanted was to upset Claire too much, he wasn't sure if Claire was emotionally hurt by what happened, but it wasn't worth the risk of getting her angry.
"I called Denny earlier-", she started, but the second she said Denny, Chris's face turned purple and he began to clench and unclench his fists, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen! I didn't want to cause more problems! Please believe!"
"Ok! Claire, just...continue before I jump to conclusions", Chris answered airily now.
"Denny agreed to meet up with me, and well. We started arguing and the next thing I know, we're fighting in the road, and I flung him back behind me. Then this car kinda popped out of nowhere...", Claire trailed off from there.
"Yeah, the guys in that car were down stairs asking about you earlier. That's how I found out what happened really. Erm, although I think I pissed off that big doctor, he was kind of an asshole so I had to practically beat him down to a pulp to find out where you were being kept", Chris scratched his head in thought as he spoke.
Claire chuckled at her brother's gorilla-thinking expression, as she always called it.
"Who told you I was being kept hostage here?" Claire asked a little more lazily. All of a sudden she was beginning to feel drowsy.
'Must be the drugs kicking in again...crap', Claire thought in a dizzy haze.
"Leon did", Chris answered quickly, "are you alright? You're starting to go cross eyed."
"Eh, yaaaa, I'm fine. I think I just need ta sleep", she slurred slightly.
"Alright. I'll be down in the lobby, erm, getting myself out of trouble with the hospital, ok?" Chris said as he leaned forward and kissed Claire's cheek softly.
"Sure thing", she whispered before closing her eyes and almost admittedly falling asleep.
Chris slipped out of the room just as quietly as he had entered, keeping sure not to disturb Claire. Then as he began to turn on heel to walk back down to the lobby of the hospital, a large doctor in a white coat strode briskly toward him.
"Ah shit", Chris mumbled under his breath. It was the same doctor he had to "practically beat down to a pulp" earlier.
"Excuse me sir! You aren't supposed to be in there! The girl's been given medication and she's not quite reacting well at the moment. So if you could please...", the doctor stopped after a moment as it occurred to him that Chris wasn't paying attention too much.
"Please follow me down to the waiting area", the doctor said loud enough to catch Chris's awareness.
Chris did as the doctor commanded and followed along, dragging his feet a bit along the way. His mind buzzed with thoughts of what Claire had told him what happened, and although it didn't look as if he'd given any thought to what the large man said to him, he realized at once that if Claire was on medication and wasn't reacting well, maybe she had forgotten to add something into that story. Like WHY exactly she went to see Denny in the first place. Or maybe it wasn't that big of a deal and Chris was finally going mental because of his sister's risky behavior.
"Here we are", said the doctor loudly.
"Thanks", Chris answered with a nod and handshake before going to find a seat.
"Chris!" Jill almost screeched when he nearly walked pass her in thought, her face was tear stained and her eyes were shimmering with slight pink where it should be white, "is she...alright?"
"Sprained wrist, stitches, not as bad as I thought it'd be though", Chris said in reassurance.
Jill leaped into Chris's arms and began sobbing into his shirt. Chris stood shocked a bit, but hugged and whispered sweetly to her.
Chris looked up from Jill after awhile and saw Leon standing over in the corner of the room, his face was as white as a sheet and he looked dreadfully sick. For a moment Leon kept eye contact with Chris and nodded before staring off at some other bit of nothingness. Evidently, Claire had worried him quite a bit too. Chris suddenly felt guilty for knocking Leon silly in the Burger King. It was stupid to have thought of the guy as a sleazy asshole when he saw him kissing Claire.
"Mr. Redfield?" A woman's voice asked from behind Chris.
"Yes?" Chris let Jill go and turned to listen.
It was another doctor, her blue eyes looked tired and the hair she had apparently put up into a bun was beginning to fall out in strands. Somehow it made her look a little more attractive.
"Your sister is going to have to stay here for awhile for recovery, for a few days if that's alright with you. It is possible to let her leave sooner but that could be a bit risk taking", the woman spoke softly as if Chris were a lost child.
"Let her stay. It's probably for the best right now", Chris nodded.
"Now, I just need your signature on a few papers and such. If you'd please follow me", the woman said.
At that Chris was walking along behind another doctor to another room. She offered him a seat in front of her desk, and he politely accepted. She began to speak quickly about various things and passing him papers that he signed without reading. All he heard is that the woman's name was Eliza Johnson, and that Claire had admitted to feeling very sick when she arrived at the hospital by ambulance.
"Erm, what was all that I was signing?" He asked once he realized he had no clue.
"Legal terms, and proving that you know how to handle Claire if there is anymore problems", Eliza cocked a dark eye brow.
"Ah yeah, I do. Is that it?" Chris asked quickly.
"Yes, that is. Now, usually we don't get into personal affairs, but right now I think it's urgent we know what kind of relationship your sister and that man Denny are in."
"Denny is Leon's cousin", Chris mumbled.
"Who?"
"Oh, that snarling looking guy in the waiting room. Dark hair too. That's Claire's boyfriend Leon.
"We're here because Leon's cousin Denny is getting married", Chris added, "Denny's been a bit of a problem, and I guess Claire thought she could solve all our problems. I'm not sure, she didn't explain it all to me yet."
"Ah, I see. You do know that Denny is also here, correct?" said Eliza, staring curiously at Chris.
"No, I had no idea. Is he here for Claire or what?"
"Denny was knocked unconscious in the little fight with your sister, apparently she had shoved him pretty hard, and the back of his skull smashed against a pole", Eliza spoke in monotone, "He's in a coma now."
Chris stared in a bit of shock. He couldn't quite find the words to reply. He wasn't all that entirely upset, but on the other hand, he was a bit shocked that Claire could knock a man unconscious twice in the same week like that.
"He's come out of it at all?" asked Chris in awe.
"Nope", Eliza shook her head, and stood up, "I'm sure you'd like to tell your friends about your sister's conditions and Denny's if you care to at all. Thanks for taking time to speak with me."
Eliza showed Chris to the door, and they shook hands quickly.
"Ah shit Claire, what have we got you in now?" Chris sighed once he was out of Eliza's office and heading back to the waiting room.
A woman sobbed loudly from a few yards behind Chris, causing him to turn back to see what had happened.
Fran!
It was her alright, and Jill was with her. Helping her walk. They were headed in the opposite direction, probably going to find Denny's room. Chris decided on going back to the waiting room to catch up with Leon instead of helping out though. He sighed and continued on.
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"How's Claire?"
"She's doing fine."
"How long does she have to stay here?"
"Like I said before son, maybe a few more days to stay on the safe side. She's still a bit worn out."
"Alright", a sad voice answered. It sounded like Leon, but there was only one way to find out. Claire opened her eyes to see.
"Leon", she called out in a weary voice.
Her head panged too much for her to stay awake any longer and she was lost again to the darkness only she could see once again.
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"Hey", Jill spoke softly.
"Gah, what the hell. I feel like I've been hit by a train", Denny grumbled, "How long have I been asleep?"
"Three days now", Jill answered, still softly.
"My wedding, tomorrow", Denny gasped.
"Yeah, I'm surprised Fran still wants to marry you after all we told her the other day", Jill was sitting in a chair next to Denny's bed. Her head was propped into her open hands, and she spoke very dryly.
"Everything?" Denny asked cautiously, his eyes flashing fear.
"Yep", Jill answered as if it was nothing, "she was pretty upset about the whole thing, but decided that if I forgave you than she would too."
"Forgive me?" Denny peered up at Jill.
"Yeah, unfortunately I'm letting you off the hook again. Probably the only thing that saved your wedding was me. So no...don't bother thanking me for being such a nice bitch", said Jill sarcastically.
"Thanks I guess...but why did you tell her you're forgiving me?"
"Because I am", Jill continued when Denny didn't answer, "but I'm not going to forgive you for what you did to Claire. Though I didn't mention that part to Fran."
"How is Claire? Is she hurt? Is she going to live?"
"Claire's hurt and drugged out on medication, but she's surviving it", then Jill rolled her eyes, "As if being plowed down by a car could kill her."
"Is Chris and Leon here?"
On and on Denny questioned Jill, and she answered each question in the same drawling tone. And After awhile the subject had changed completely from Claire to sports. From sports to music. From music to past experiences. From past experiences to politics, and on to other irrelevant topics until Jill announced that it was time for her to leave.
'Boy can he act innocent when he's in trouble. Heh, hope he has fun with the cops I called coming in later on', Jill thought bitter amusement as she left his room to meet up with Chris. He was probably still with Claire, who had been feeling much better only yesterday.
"Hey Jill", Leon caught Jill by her arm and showed off a wide grin, "they're letting Claire out of the hospital! You have to come and wait at the front desk with me for her."
Leon in all his thrill dragged Jill back to the front desk, and made her wait nearly half an hour before Claire came out hugging onto her brother's shoulder for support, a wide grin similar to Leon's worn on her face as she staggered toward them.
"Man! I've never had that many shots at a hospital before! I thought they'd put so much medicine in me that my blood had changed colors!" Claire quipped excitedly, trying to hide any bit of fear she had earlier.
"That's not cool", said Chris who was now frowning at his sister, "Doctor's orders were for you to take it easy and rest a lot. You're not doing a good job of taking it easy Claire."
"Don't worry. I'll handle her from here", Leon said while practically yanking Claire into his own arms. He gave her a quick hug and kiss, then helped her walk along outside to find the van.
After Chris and Jill went together to get the van, they pilled Claire and Leon in with them, and head out for the highway that would lead them to Rick's.
"Heh, imagine. Going back to Rick's. I thought I'd never see that house again", Claire laughed aloud.
Claire went on happily about her experiences in the hospital as if they weren't incredibly painful, but more along the lines of fun until Chris was too bored to keep up with her now exaggerated story of life and death.
"How's Denny?" Chris asked Jill.
"Good I guess. Oh, get this, his wedding's being rescheduled to next month. Fran's sticking with him. She's also decided a month would be enough time for him to 'get back to better health'", Jill mimicked, then thoughtfully added, "He asked me to come too."
"And you said?"
"Nope! Weddings just aren't my thing. I think I'll go back home tomorrow actually. No point in staying now", she shrugged.
"Rescheduled? What was rescheduled?" Claire asked loudly.
"Denny's wedding you dope. Pay attention", Leon laughed and poked Claire's shoulder.
"Ah! Don't poke Claire! Ugggghhh, the pain!" Claire groaned in a horribly fake acting voice.
"So are you two going back home with Jill or what?" Chris asked or more like shouted, trying to get heard over Claire's aggravatingly annoying death scene in the back seat.
"Hey I came to see a damn wedding, and I'm going to see it whether I have to wait another year!" Claire barked all of a sudden.
"Hear, hear!" Leon replied in agreement.
"We're staying", Claire smiled finally.
End of Chapter: WOOOOOOO! It's almost done. *wipes away a tear* Well, R&R plz. And keep in mind...it's a little late for you to ask me to change something or point out a mistake I made so, eh. Sowwy. ^_^' But don't worry, I promise at least another chapter, maybe two if I feel like being nice.