Hallo! Yes I am still alive, but I'm just unbelievably lazy. Haha! Well, I'm back with chapter ten and I hope I don't make people too sad, I have a tendency to do that . . . anyway, review afterwards!
Love,
Victoria Faust
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"Yoh. Faust isn't doing so well. Marco's men broke his ribs and did something to his back . . . " Eliza said.
Yoh just stared at her. She shook her head.
"The doctors don't think he will live. And, even if he does, he might not ever be able to walk. So either way . . . "
Yoh's eyes begged to cry, but he had no tears left. All he could do was bottle up his emotions inside. When he tried to cry, all that came out were thin streams of tears. Not enough to explain his anguish. This tragedy that was tearing him up inside.
"Yoh?" Eliza was worried that Yoh didn't seem to be crying.
What did that mean?
"It hurts so bad, Eliza." Yoh said, tears finally regaining their strength.
Suddenly, Yoh heard a deep sigh. He turned and saw Faust shifting in the bed. Yoh immediately stood and hugged him.
"Faust! Are you awake? Please tell me you're awake . . . " Yoh pleaded.
Silence.
Faust didn't say a word. Yoh lost the only glimmer of hope that he had and fell back into the chair. A doctor walked in and saw Yoh with his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking.
"He's . . . he's not waking up!" Yoh whimpered.
"Son, I don't know if he will. I just came to tell you that visiting hours are over. Time to go home." The doctor said, far from caring.
"Home . . . where is home?" Yoh asked.
"Come on, I'll take you to the hotel, Yoh. Maybe your room is still there." Eliza said.
She led Yoh by the shoulders out the door. As she passed, she threw an acid look at the doctor. Eliza let Yoh walk down the hall and wait in the waiting room. She looked down at the wall beneath the hospital room window. Lyserg was lying on the floor, fast asleep. Eliza gently shook him awake.
"Wake up, visiting hours are over." Eliza whispered.
Lyserg jerked awake and looked at Eliza. He instantly stood up to hug her.
"I'm sorry! Forgive me! It's all my fault!" Lyserg cried
"I know. How about you sleep on the couch in the waiting room? I'll see you tomorrow."
Eliza let go of Lyserg and walked outside to find Yoh sitting on the sidewalk, staring at the stars. He sounded like he was singing a lullaby of some sort.
Eliza smiled and touched Yoh's back.
"Let's go, okay?"
Yoh nodded and they started to walk to the hotel.
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As it turned out, the hotel still had his room. So, Eliza walked him to the room and said goodnight. As soon as she had left, Yoh laid down on the bed. The pillows still smelled like Faust. Yoh rested his head on Faust's pillow and fell asleep.
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Faust sat up in the hospital bed. A dull pain shot through his body.
"What the hell?" He asked himself, looking around.
Then he remembered what had happened at the hotel, Marco, and Lyserg.
"Lyserg . . . " Faust closed his eyes.
He was in too much pain to think. He touched his chest and inhaled sharply.
"Agh!" Faust had trouble breathing, "Damn Lyserg . . . "
A soft knock sounded on the door. Faust rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He really didn't need a crowd of doctors poking and prodding him right now. The knocking stopped and the door eased slowly open.
"Are you awake?" A voice whispered.
Faust stayed silent.
Who the hell would be in here at this time of night?
Faust cracked one eye open and looked. At the foot of the bed, a tall, shadowy figure stood looking at him.
"You are awake. The moonlight spilling in through the window is illuminating your eyes."
"Damn . . . " Faust said under his breath, "Who are you?"
"It is I."
"Be specific, idiot."
"It is I, Marco. I thought you would've guessed. Honestly!"
Marco walked to Faust's bedside. He leaned close to Faust and pulled out his gun.
"God, forgive me for this sin. Amen." Marco breathed.
A gunshot rang through the halls as Lyserg woke up and ran toward Faust's room.
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Yoh sat up and rubbed his eyes. He was still in the hotel room.
Maybe it was just a dream . . .
But, when Yoh looked around, he saw that Faust still wasn't there. Yoh looked at the clock, sadly.
"Oh my God! Visiting hours started two hours ago!" Yoh quickly got dressed and ran all the way to the hospital.
When he got almost to the steps, he paused to catch his breath. He looked up and saw four men carrying a body draped in a white sheet. Yoh inched closer and saw a single strand of blond hair sticking out from under the sheet. He immediately feared the worst, as he dropped to his knees.
"He's gone. He's gone . . . " Yoh whispered, crying.
Lyserg followed the men, a confused look on his face. He wandered up to Yoh.
"I don't know why I turned to Marco. And because of me . . . Faust . . . is dead." Lyserg said, starting to cry.
Yoh didn't want to believe it. Every second, another piece of his heart chipped away.
"All you bring is pain." Yoh said, tears streaming down his face.
Lyserg hung his head. It was true. He was selfish.
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Yoh walked to Faust's room. It was like the shock hadn't set in yet. The pain was so severe that it took awhile to believe it was real. When he came upon the door, Yoh noticed that there was yellow tape all over it. Yoh rested his hand on the door handle. He half expected to walk in and see Faust, just as beautiful as before. It was then that the tears hit him. Harsh, heavy tears that showed no sign of stopping.
Yoh leaned up against the wall as his legs began to shake. Finally, they gave way and Yoh came crashing to the ground.
"I love you! Please come back!" Yoh screamed at the wall.
Yoh heard a door open at the end of the hall and he turned to look. A police officer opened the door and turned his head to talk to someone who was still in the room.
"I understand your claim." The officer said.
Yoh stared absently at the door. He saw a flash of blond hair from inside the room. Yoh held his breath, trying not to yell. He closed his eyes and listened.
"...well, he's dead now. So I guess it doesn't matter much." The officer said.
Yoh felt a sudden burst of anger.
"Doesn't matter?" Yoh said to himself.
He stood up and walked angrily up to the police officer.
"How can his death not matter? Are you saying that you're just going to let his killer go!" Yoh cried.
The officer looked at Yoh, startled.
"Um . . . yes. This man didn't do anything."
"Didn't do anything! Are you insane! It's his fault!" Yoh screamed.
"How could this man do anything? He was defending himself." The officer replied.
Yoh let out an angry sigh and pushed past the officer.
"It's all that man's fault!" Yoh said, closing his eyes and pointing.
"Why are your eyes closed?" Someone asked.
"Because I can't look at you! It makes me sick!"
Yoh heard a laugh. It made him so angry that he turned around and walked back down the hall. He heard someone call after him, but he ignored them and kept walking.
"Damn you, Marco." Yoh whispered.
He couldn't take it anymore. All he wanted was Faust. Was that too much to ask for?
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