Just some quick horrible Trauma Team thing I wrote during a socials lesson last semester(you can guess by the title, eh). I haven't even beat Trauma Team by the way. I finished the first part on all the stories but Tomoe's. And then the Wii broke. asdfg;
This is probably horribly written and totally out of character.
The fur trade and the French, English, and the Dutch.
I've never really gotten along with men since my dad left us. That lead me to my depression. Men mad me mad, they depressed me. Out of the all the reasons that lead up to my suicide attempt men were the main reason. Though after my attempt, I'm still alive, aren't I?
Hank, he saved my life. I never asked him too, but he did. He showed me another reason to live. At first I didn't like this other reason to live. Even though Hank is a man, I still don't like men. But he showed me that all men aren't the same. Hank, he's different. He didn't depress me, I actually enjoyed spending time with him. Though I would never admit that to his face. Nor to anybody.
Like today at the mall. I had a wonderful time, I don't even know how I would even think about ending my life when I'm around Hank. But everything good must come to an end, right?
That man shot me. What irony. But now, I was able to see the pain in Hank as he held me after being shot. The pain in his eyes, it showed. I was now able to fully tell that he did care for me, he cared for my life. And it wasn't a lie the whole time. Hank truly cared about my life.
"How funny," I tried to lighten the mood with the last words I would ever speak. Though I knew that wouldn't ever work with Hank. When I told him my sight was fading, he was fading away from me. Just like that. Hank was soon to be the last thing I'd ever see, I didn't mind that though. But his voice was filled with pain as his words spoke out to me. I couldn't reach them though, it was all blur.
There was a slight feeling I felt when I was around Hank but not around anybody else. I always ignored the question to what it could be, I didn't want to admit it to myself. I knew that it was love. But my thoughts, they were actually making sense. And then I thought, could I still possibly be alive? Conscience thoughts; this proved life right? Or was it all just another lie?
beep, beep.
The sounds of the EKG hurt my mind, they were waking me up. My eyes slowly opened up, the light was bright. Blinding almost. I tried to look around but I was in too much pain.
I was alive.