Tracing the Outline
Okay, here we go, now, everyone has been emailing me asking about who these extra characters are. Well, I'll tell you guys the same thing I've told everyone else. On my stories page, you will find a document called 'ASAP Profiles', go there now, I don't want anymore emails. GOT IT?
Okay, here you go.
"Please, just please."
Raven stumbled backwards, and let out a shrilled scream just as she fell.
"NO!" Gaara cried.
A rush of sand raced for her. Raven cringed, waiting for impact. She was falling fast, this was it, she was going to die. And just as she was about to hit the ground, everything blacked out.
Several hours later…
The smell of the hospital filled her nostrils. That sterilized utensil and rubber glove smell. She had been around it so much. Evidentially she was in the infirmary.
Raven's eye slowly fluttered open, only to be met with the disturbing image of Maniac's face several inches away. Raven let out a yelp in surprise. Maniac jumped back and then screamed hysterically herself.
"Maniac!" Raven cried.
Maniac screamed again. Gerard rushed in the room, completely out of breath, staring wide-eyed from Raven to Maniac. "What the hell?"
"She scared me," Maniac said innocently, pointing a dangerous finger at Raven.
"Where am I?" Raven muttered, rubbing the back of her head vigorously.
"That's a stupid question, I'm guessing you were being rhetorical," Gerard said smirking.
"I don't even know what that means."
Raven scowled.
"You fell."
Raven looked over to the corner and saw Gaara sitting cross legged on the floor.
"Yeah, luckily Gaara here caught you though," Maniac said grinning.
"Y-you did?"
Maniac smirked. "We'll leave you kids alone. Have fun." Maniac tugged on Gerard's ear and stalked out of the room, Gerard yelping in pain.
Raven was quiet. It's not that she didn't believe that Gaara had saved her. But if it was the sand, why was she still alive?
"T-thanks," was all she could say.
Gaara nodded.
"It was, no problem. I just hope that-"
"It's not that I'm afraid of you Gaara, cause I not, there's nothing wrong with you. It's the sand. I- my arm. The demon inside you was the one I was afraid of, not you."
"You wanted me to stay away."
"Because of the sand. When you were concerned the sand came to help. I'm afraid of the sand, nothing more."
Gaara looked towards the door, not sure what to say.
"I'm not afraid of you Gaara, because I understand you. Just remember that."
Gaara stood, and Raven watched him approached the hospital bed. Gaara took her hurt arm, which was now wrapped in a delicate bandage, and looked away in shame.
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. I'll be fine really. It's already healing, really."
Gaara sighed. "It shouldn't have happened though."
Raven put her hand on his, and gave him a warm smile. Gaara smile the best he could. This was something new to him. There was a warm feeling in his chest, but what was it? Suddenly, a twinge tightened in his chest. Gaara gritted his teeth. What was this feeling? This longing. The feeling that made him just want to stay right were he was right now.
"Gaara?"
"Something, in my chest."
"Are you having a heart attack?"
"No, a warm feeling, I've never felt it before."
"I don't know what it is, but I feel it too. In my heart. I suppose… I think-"
At this moment the hospital door swung open Robin waltzed in.
"What happened?" he demanded.
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