Chapter 4.
December 10th; the day Bubbles had her first heart attack.
It's been a couple months and Buttercup is still in a coma, missing our fifteenth birthday, and fighting crime got a bit tougher without her around. It felt like the mayor was calling us non-stop, there was so much pressure on all of us. Bubbles started doing drugs and drinking alcohol and I started cutting a lot more deeper and a lot more often. Blossom was smart and mature enough not to walk into that path.
My sisters and I were walking to school, Blossom giving a lecture to Bubbles about drugs and alcohol not being the solution to everything. She listed all the things that could happen, explaining how it works, I think I could write an essay for health and get the top marks because of her. "Stop!" Bubbles yelled, cutting Blossom off mid-scentence and catching the attention of many students around us, "I am sick and tired of you constantly telling me what to do!"
"Bubbl-"
"No! Just.. Stop. I've had enough of you." Bubbles then ran off ahead of us through the school gates. Her whole body collapsed near the front entrance, now everyone was looking, gathering around her. Blossom and I flashed next to Bubbles, leaving a pink and purple streak behind us.
"Bubbles?" Blossom called, but there was no answer, she knelt down, "Bubbles, I'm sorry." Blossom turned Bubbles over, she was gripping onto her chest. Her face had the word 'help' and 'pain' written all over it. I could hear her breathing getting shorter and shorter. "Call the ambulance!" I took out my phone and dialed the three digits. Blossom's doctor side took over and she analyzed Bubbles with her x-ray vision, looking and remembering all the symptoms. "Heart attack," Blossom said, barley audible, she quickly positioned Bubbles into a recovery position and we waited for the ambulance, as there was nothing else we could do.
A few hours after we arrived at the hospital, a doctor approached us. "Is our sister okay?" Blossom asked, worried like a mother.
"Yes, she fine. But we're going to keep her here for at least two days for safety measures. Is that alright?" She asked us and we nodded. The lady took us into another room so we could talk privately. She sat down behind a desk and we sat across from her, "has she been under any stress lately?"
"Uhm.. Well.. We're having some.. family issues," Blossom told the women.
The doctor clicked her pen and started to scribble some notes, "mhm.. Is she on any drugs or alcohol?"
Blossom cleared her throat, "She has started on those, yes."
"For how long?"
"We found out this week, but it's been going on for three- two and a half months."
"I see.. Do you know why?"
"It's probably because-" Blossom choked on her words, "because- she's upset that- our other sister- and our father." Blossom's tears started to fall.
"Don't you read the news paper?" I snapped at the doctor, interrupting Blossom.
"I'm sorry for making you say these things."
On February 26th, Bubbles had her second heart attack.
Buttercup still hasn't woken up from her long beauty sleep, she's missed almost half a year of her life. Bubbles has been getting help for her drug and alcohol use and has been sober for a couple of months now. It's the week before exams and we were studying like mad, quizzing each other and stuffing our noses into our textbooks. We took school more seriously now, knowing there's no one to support us if we screwed up, we needed to get into a good college and then get a good job. The government is only going to pay for us until we finish high school, then we're on our own. They're only paying for us because we save the world everyday and we don't get anything in return. It was stressful to Bubbles and I, I wasn't the best at English but Bubbles isn't good at science. Science is more important than English and so it was harder on Bubbles.
Today was our science exams, we wished each other luck and sat in our assigned seats, we each sat behind each other, alphabetical order by last names. I don't remember clearly, but I remember ten minutes into the test, Bubbles clenched onto her chest, her breathing getting shorter. Bubbles collapsed her head onto the table creating a loud thud. The ambulance arrived taking her away and this time she had to stay at the hospital for a week because it wasn't normal for a fifteen year old to have heart attacks, excpecialy twice in less than a three month span.
The cuts on my wrist grew and expanded.