11. Discoveries and Recoveries
"Larc, what's so amazing?" Patrick asked he was clearly annoyed that Larc had burst in on such a sweet scene. "Asher somehow survived it all!" ((Skye: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" (bursts into tears))) "How?" Vanessa asked. "The doctors can't explain it. It must be and act of God. But Asher is alive. You know that I am happy about that. For you… not for me," Larc confirmed. Vanessa laughed, "I know. Patrick, can I see him?" Vanessa turned to look at Patrick. She could tell that he wanted her to stay with him, but he let her go. "Thank you so much for all you said. I know you meant it." Vanessa kissed Patrick on the head and walked out the door.
Larc stayed behind, knowing that Vanessa would want to see Asher for the last time alone. "Yo Patrick, what's the matter? I've never seen you so glum, even when Erik almost got the girl." Larc sat beside Patrick. "Oh, it's nothing really. Vanessa and me were just talking and then you burst in telling her that her love lived. You sort of ruined what I had going, but that's OK." Patrick looked at Larc. She could see what he meant in his eyes. "Oh Patrick, don't sweat it. She is ten years younger you know." Larc looked at him like a friend. "Five," Patrick corrected. "What does 'five' have to do with anything?" Larc asked suspiciously. "That's how many years apart we are. I'm only 21." Patrick defended himself like Larc was going to take Vanessa away. ((V: "I know that in real life Patrick Wilson is 31 not 21. I had to change his age for the sake of the plot. Sorry for any confusion. Yes, Vanessa is 16.")) Larc looked surprised. "Wow, I thought…" "Wrong, we're only five years different. I have every right to feel how I want toward her." Patrick stood and walked out, leaving Larc all alone. "Not really," Larc mused to herself. "She's still a minor, after all… Kisses are too much like gum. Only sweet for a short while. Then, you need a new one." Larc rolled over on her bed. "Good thing I still have my precious First Kiss! Poor Nessa…" Quietly she sang to herself, "Poor young maiden for the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets, you will have to pay the bill – tangled in the winding sheets!" She shook her head and chuckled quietly, saying, "Sometimes I think I'm going insane!"
"Asher, I want to talk to you, about us," Vanessa sat on the edge of Asher's bed. She had gotten over his appearance and had stopped crying. "Sure babe, talk away." Vanessa shot Asher a look that clearly told him never to call her that again. "Asher, once you're well, I want you out of my life. I don't want us to be friends or anything. Maybe just acquaintances. Asher, I don't mean to hurt you, but I can't bear to keep letting you hurt me like this. My thoughts are getting mixed up. I don't know what I'm feeling and what I'm thinking I'm feeling. I can't keep doing this to myself. Asher, I know it's hard, but it's for the best. For both of us." Vanessa looked to Asher for a reaction, but his body just lay still. Not even moving with breath. Vanessa looked at the heart monitors and realized that he was gone. She let herself go and cried on him, like people do in movies. But unlike movies where they miraculously don't end up dying, Asher John Bay was gone. The nurses came in and took Asher away. Vanessa was left there to cry.
((V: "Had to kill Asher off. Sorry for any fans of this annoying twerp."))
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