AN: This chapter is definitly . . . confusing. Bear with me, 'kay?
The blood dripped from Wally's wrists. He didn't feel the knife in his right hand, or the pain. He just knew he was tired. Too tired. Bed. He had to go to bed.
The nearest room. He couldn't read the number. Was it 3? Or was it 5? He couldn't tell. He just had to lie down.
He flopped on the soft bed which was covered with stuffed animals.
You always did do stuff without thinking," A familiar voice said to Wally.
The ten year old smiled weakly. "It's not my fault! Without you, I'm just . . . Me. Boring."
"You know that's not true."
"You were my good side, Krissy. I really didn't think I could survive after you left."
"But you did survive. You're a fighter. Always have been. Always will be."
"Yeah,
whatever."
"Hey, don't forget what mom told us. Rememner? Life is about 'the small miracles'."
"I know."
"And she also said in all bad there is good."
"There's no good in my life, Krissy."
"Don't lie. You're only lying to yourself in the long run."
"When
did you become so perspective?"
"Hey, 3 years off the earth can make you pretty wise."
"Hey, I'll be joining you forever now."
"WRONG!"
"What do you mean?"
"You belong on earth. We're in different worlds now, Wally. You belong with your friends."
"Don't leave, Numbuh 4. Please don't leave me," Another familiar, yet different voice sobbed.
Wally opened his eyes and stared around at unfamiliar surroundings. The room was moving. Wait, no. It was a car. Kuki was holing onto his uncut hand, sobbing her eyes out.
"Kuki?" He said weekly.
The japanese girl looked at Wally and hugged him as best as she could, since he was on a stretcher.
He looked around him and noticed the rest of his team, no his family was around him. They all seemed teary.
Numbuh 3 stopped hugging Wally and stared at him strangely. "Who's Krissy?" She asked.