Chapter 4

Timmy stood paralysed for a moment and then noticed the pink and green salt and pepper shakers sitting on the table. He cried out, "I wish something would save her! Anything to keep her alive!" At that moment he didn't really care if Vicky found out he had fairy god parents, in his panicked state all he wanted was for her to live.
Vicky passed out on the floor, cuts all over her arms. Timmy ran to the phone and called an ambulance. He could barely mutter his address since he was finding it hard to breathe. Running back to the kitchen, tears in his eyes, he saw that Cosmo and Wanda were themselves looking down at the pale figure on the floor solemnly.
"Why are you just floating around?" Timmy asked. "I wish Vicky didn't try to commit suicide." Niether fairy wanted to say anything, but Wanda finally spoke up. She broke the news to Timmy, sighing. "The rules state that we can't interfer with anything having to do with life and death. It's up to nature whether Vicky lives or not."

"Then I wish the ambulance was here right now." Timmy knelt down by Vicky, his pants stained with he blood on the floor but he was oblivious to the fact. "Please just hold on. I know you can do this." A rush of ambulance workers filled the kitchen, taking Vicky away quickly. Timmy stood there in shock. He wanted to cry, or even move. He wanted to do anything but all he could do was stand there.
"Cheer up Timmy! I would have thought you'd be happy to have Vicky out of your life. You always wanted it that way." Cosmo said. Wanda gave him an evil look. Cosmo didn't realise how innappropriete what he said actually was. Wanda waved her wand and all the blood on the floor disappeared.

Timmy still kept looking at the spot, unable to peel his eyes away. "She tortured me and I hated her for it but I never wanted her dead. Especially now that I know what it was really like for her. I mean, no-one gets to be that way without some help. A lot of pain, tons of suffering and I sat here complaining about how hard my life is." Timmy realised that due to Vicky's lack of friends, no-one would be at the hospital with her. "I wish I was at the hospital emergency room with Vicky."
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It was chaos at the hospital. Timmy could barely see the pale figure of Vicky on the bed. People were trying to help her breathe, monitering her heart rate, trying to stop the bleeding and stitching up the wounds on her arms. Timmy couldn't watch anymore, he ran from the room to the bathrooms and threw up.
He didn't know how long he had been waiting there, and he didn't really care. He had nowhere else to go and nothing to do. Timmy sat in the waiting room, watching the nearby door like a hawk, in case one doctor came out with news about Vicky. Cosmo and Wanda just watched him, disguised in one of the paintings on the wall. Timmy wished he knew what was going on but didn't dare utter the words for fear it would be bad news.

"Timmy! What are you doing here?" Tootie skipped over to him, dressed in a ballet outfit. "I just had a ballet recital. I was a fairy princess. Then we heard Vicky was in hospital."
Her attitude disgusted Timmy. He ignored her and listened to what Vicky's parents were saying. They were talking to the lady at the desk the lack of concern in their voice caused Timmy to anger even more. He didn't even know them and he hated them. He went back to listening to Tootie, babbling on.
"My ballet outfit matches your hat, see. Now we can be a perfect couple! I love you Timmy Turner." Tootie grinned at him and went in for a hug.
Timmy stepped back and finally snapped. "Your sister is lying in that room over there, barely alive! She could die Tootie, and all you care about is your stupid ballet outfit! You disgust me! Vicky was right, you are just a spoilt little brat and we could never be a couple because I could never go out with someone as self absorbed as you! You only care about getting what you want and you use Vicky's pain to try and win me?! Wake up!"

By this time, Vickys parents had come over to protect their daughter and stop Timmy yelling. "Young man, how dare you talk to her like that. You have no idea the stress we are under and the agony we are going through."
Timmy couldn't help but laugh. "That sounded so real, I almost believed it." By this stage, everyone in the waiting room was looking at the four of them. "The longer you stay here the more these people can see straight through you. You didn't give a damn about Vicky and you can't pretend to care about her now! Do you even know the torment you put her through? She doesn't have a friend in the world because the only way she knows how to deal with people is the way you dealt with her!"

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Needless to say, Timmy was thrown out of the hospital. He walked around the streets for awhile, holding his Cosmo backpack and Wanda waterbottle. After ordering a milkshake and drinking about a fifth, he knew he couldn't take it anymore. He wished himself back to the hospital, to Vicky's room. She was alone at this point. Bandages up to her elbows, drip inserted in her arm. Timmy could hear the doctor outside with Vicky's parents, talking to them about her condition.
"Severe damage to the arteries, but she's alive. However she's still very weak and we want to keep her here for awhile until she recovers fully. She may be asleep now but you can go see her if you like. However I wouldn't recommend taking the little one in, it could be frighening."
Timmy whispered. "I wish I could have five minutes to talk to her. Alone." Cosmo and Wanda granted his wish before disappearing.
"They're out there, aren't they?" Vicky said quietly. Timmy jumped at hearing her voice and ran back to the bed, and sat on a stool beside it.
Timmy nodded in reply. He grabbed Vicky's hand, the only part of her lower arm not covered in bandages. Vicky looked down and smiled. Timmy had never seen her smile with content before, only with malice.
"What are you doing here Timmy? I know you don't want to be here." Vicky said, not knowing if it was the drugs or the child making her so emotional.
"Yes I do. In a weird way, you're like a sister to me. Besides, I thought you might want some company." Timmy let go of her hand. "Vicky, why did you do that?"

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." Vicky grabbed his hand again. "I know you may think life is bad, I may even be the cause of that, but please don't ever turn out like me no matter how bad life gets."
"I thought you were going to die. I was scared. I didn't want you to die." Timmy started crying. "Life isn't that bad Vicky, it's not. There is so much to live for." "

Timmy, I can't believe that right now. How can I believe that when you don't even believe it yourself." Vicky asked.

"I do though. I admit I wanted to die, but now I see you. I saw death, and it makes thinking about it stupid. Even if you think things would be better off if you weren't around, people will be hurt when you die."

Vicky laughed at his naivity. "We've bugged the hell out of each other for years, and it took this to make you realise that things change. Things were better when I was going to die."
Timmy shook his head again. "So are you going to come back and baby sit again? Things will be better this time."
Vicky sighed. "I guess I'll have too. Heaven forbid if my parents actually paid these hospital bills. So I'll see you around twerp." She gave his hand a squeeze.
Timmy heard the door opening, he knew his five minutes were up. The moment Vicky's parents came in, he ran out the door.