Disclaimer: This is so sad... I hate disclaimers... Ah well, i don't own Beyblade, but i do own my O/Cs.
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"Julie." Robert said, pulling up a seat next to her hospital bed.
She was in a terrible sate. Drugs inserted into her arms, a lifeline reading her heart beat and bandages around her chest. She was still wearing the clothes she had on this morning, though now tatty, dirty and stained with dry blood.
He held her hand, and was shocked at how cold it was. He knew blood was being pumped around her body, it had to be. From what Angie had told him on the phone.
He looked at her, he hated to see his cousin suffer like this.
She looked as though she had never seen daylight before, so pale, so lifeless.
"Julie?" He asked again. Still no response. "I want you to know, your not alone." He paused, choking back the tears beginning to form in his eyes. "I'm here now, your going to be alright."
Robert remained with his cousin for at least another hour, talking to her. Praying on the response that never came. Hoping on the words that never escaped her lips.
Robert was watching his childhood friend, his only living relative, his own flesh and blood fade away right in front of his eyes.
The man and whoever he was working for would pay for what they had done to his cousin.
"If only you could speak." Robert said sadly.
[I can speak Robert. Using words is only one way of communicating.] A voice in Robert's head echoed.
Robert looked up. "Where did that come from?" He asked.
[Robert?] It said again, the voice was louder this time.
"J-Julie?" Robert said. Staring at his cousin, who had removed her breathing aid and was now sitting up in her bed. Very much alive and well, the colour beginning to flow back into her cheeks.
"Your…" Robert stammered. "But, how?"
[How, I'm not entirely sure.] Julie admitted, still talking to Robert through her thoughts.
"So, it's true… Why didn't you tell me?" Robert exclaimed.
[I didn't know.] Julie said, she smiled and hugged her cousin.
"Well, at least now I know why BIOVOLT are after you." Robert finished, hugging back.
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"Julie." Robert said, pulling up a seat next to her hospital bed.
She was in a terrible sate. Drugs inserted into her arms, a lifeline reading her heart beat and bandages around her chest. She was still wearing the clothes she had on this morning, though now tatty, dirty and stained with dry blood.
He held her hand, and was shocked at how cold it was. He knew blood was being pumped around her body, it had to be. From what Angie had told him on the phone.
He looked at her, he hated to see his cousin suffer like this.
She looked as though she had never seen daylight before, so pale, so lifeless.
"Julie?" He asked again. Still no response. "I want you to know, your not alone." He paused, choking back the tears beginning to form in his eyes. "I'm here now, your going to be alright."
Robert remained with his cousin for at least another hour, talking to her. Praying on the response that never came. Hoping on the words that never escaped her lips.
Robert was watching his childhood friend, his only living relative, his own flesh and blood fade away right in front of his eyes.
The man and whoever he was working for would pay for what they had done to his cousin.
"If only you could speak." Robert said sadly.
[I can speak Robert. Using words is only one way of communicating.] A voice in Robert's head echoed.
Robert looked up. "Where did that come from?" He asked.
[Robert?] It said again, the voice was louder this time.
"J-Julie?" Robert said. Staring at his cousin, who had removed her breathing aid and was now sitting up in her bed. Very much alive and well, the colour beginning to flow back into her cheeks.
"Your…" Robert stammered. "But, how?"
[How, I'm not entirely sure.] Julie admitted, still talking to Robert through her thoughts.
"So, it's true… Why didn't you tell me?" Robert exclaimed.
[I didn't know.] Julie said, she smiled and hugged her cousin.
"Well, at least now I know why BIOVOLT are after you." Robert finished, hugging back.