Oh boy! People reviewed I am soo happy! Now i'm watching 7h and wondering, how many times have they changed Carlos' last name?? This whole eppy is tragic becuz like the whole gang is here, cept Jesse . . .and now i'm really sad.
Oh boy time to clear things up . . .
I totally called Jason Jared, slip up. I apologize, the names are similar you know
Someone commented that a baby can't be born addicted to heroin. Well, I am a freak about researching everything in my stories . . .and according to the national department of drug prevention, they can. Babies born to addicts actually go through withdrawls and have to be medicated. So yes, they can…the end
Kaykay: um I hope you read this chap before school…it gets sadder. And lets say this is payback for Paging Dr.George.
I got too involved in the show…its over now but im furious. Carlos was being like so not nice, and um hello, Wilson would never treat Mary like that in a time of need. It is ridiculous that they would do this without Jessica, and Carlos must die…the end
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Mary fluttered her eyes open, she saw plain blue walls, the steady beeping sound of her heart monitor echoed in the room.
A plump woman with curly brown hair and pink scrubs came into the room, "oh you're up!" she said excitedly.
"How did I get here?" Mary managed to ask.
"Oh, well you're friend Ty brought you in, and it was a good thing too, he was just in time to save you!" this nurse was extremely upbeat and her tone made Mary shudder.
The nurse looked into Mary's sad, droopy eyes, "you just get back to resting dear, you can push that button by your bed if you need me" and with that she scurried out of the room.
"Damn it Ty," Mary cursed aloud, "couldn't you have left me alone for once?"
She pulled her sore arms out from under the thin hospital sheets. Huge pieces of gauze covered them. She looked to her left to find an IV slowly dripping blood back into her body. Little by little she peeled back the bandages on her arms to discover rows and rows of stitches that sealed the jagged lines she had made. She ran her fingers over them.
What had they done?
She just wanted to be left alone.
Didn't they get it? People do things like that for a reason
She noticed that some of the stitches had been really sloppily and quickly done. Some weren't stitched; small scabs had started to form . . . scabs that could easily be broken.
She looked around quickly, then tore the bandage off of her other arm.
She thrust her arms back under the sheets and began furiously rubbing them against the cold metal sides of the bed. Searching for a sharp place to break the skin, to finish what she had started.
Mary's mind was completely gone, as far as she knew it, she died last night...hell,she died years ago.
Finally she found a sharp corner on the back edge of the railing, she jammed her arms into it and dragged them across it, tearing her flesh again, breaking the stitches.
Blood was starting to run down and drip off of her elbows . . .it wouldn't be long now.
Then she remembered the IV, she took her bloody right arm and tore the tape off of her arm and ripped the needle out of her vein. The tube swung, slowly dripping the precious fluid all over the linoleum floor.
Her heart monitor was beeping faster; they would hear it and rush in to fix her again. She was starting to grow weak but she summoned enough strength to yank the wire that was running out from under her hospital gown.
Then she put her arms to her side and waited. She could see the blood starting to seem through the sheets. It spread quickly through the thread of the fabric and gradually turned the pale blue into crimson.
Just then the nurse came back. She was busy pouring a glass of water and putting it on a tray of food.
Mary turned her head to her and said in a raspy voice, "Tell my mom and dad that . . .that I'm-I'm sorry"
The nurse stayed facing the wall and said in her same cheery tone, "It's alright dear, you can tell them yourself. You're going to be just fine, you're not going anywhere."
Mary leaned back and closed her eyes, "But I want to go"
Mary Camden was an angel with broken wings
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