I am tired. That...is a result of pressure of writing big exam and waking up in the middle of the night thinking you've already wrote the exam when you didn't and you think you failed when you won't...more than likely.
I don't own Dragon Booster
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Sitting in a chair in a hospital room between Moordryd and Artha, Kitt's fingers played with a gold cross around her neck as she stared at the teenage boys. Her arms and face were covered with slowly healing scratches and scars. Meanwhile, the two teenage boys in front of her were hooked up to several different machines and their eyes were closed. A doctor poked his head through the door and entered, causing Kitt to leap to her feet and rush to him. "Are they okay? Will they be okay? What happened to them?" Kitt interrogated frantically as the doctor picked up a clipboard from their beds.
"Well, they both experienced severe internal bleeding. They both suffered serious head injuries as well. Luckily, those injuries were like a slap to the head and just knocked them out. Right now, they're in comas." He explained to her as he scanned the clipboard.
"So, are they gonna be okay?" she questioned again.
The doctor responded, " Well, right now, it's hard to say what will happen. They're in very unpredictable positions for the time being. All we can do is pray."
Kitt glared at him for not saying what she wanted to hear as she sat back down and played with her cross, continuing to now stare at the teenage boys. Soon, she stopped staring at them as she stopped fiddling with her cross and gazed at the religious symbol. It was gold and even brighter as the light from the sun hit it at the right angle. In the center, there was a small glittering emerald and she flipped it over. On the back, there was 'Kitt' written in elegant script and she began to hold back a river of tears. This was a very important object to her. Her mother gave it to her when she was a baby before she died a few months later. She always wore it and kept it with her because it kept her safe. Looking back at the two boys, she looked back down at her cross. Unlocking the gold chain, she removed the cross from her neck, walked to Moordryd, opened his even more pale hand, pressed the cross into it, and closed his hand around it. He needed it a lot more than she did and he could have it until he felt better and was awake. Suddenly, the lights in the hospital room began to flicker and she exclaimed, "What?! What's going on?!"
Then, she heard a voice that echoed, "Kitt…"
I have a cross like that. I wear it on special occasions.
Poor Kitt. Her mom died when she was a baby.
Oh, there's a creepy voice echoing Kitt's name...slightly unoriginal, but who really cares?!
No offense to any other religions. I'm Ukrainian Catholic so that's where the cross comes from.
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