Dandelion

by xxskyWriterxx

It's a very pretty day today, Numbuh Four. I have shaken your shoulders and whispered to you with the gentlest words, but you just lay like a stone on your hospital bed. Your eyes, they can't see. Not even the sky. The coma has taken you for itself.

8. Day Eight

Dear Wally,

There was a mission today, but I didn't go. I couldn't leave you, leave you all alone in your sad and bleary room. It made Numbuh One very angry, when he thought of me sitting in a hospital all day instead of coming along with him. He yelled until my face shone with tears, until all I could do was turn and dash away. Sometimes he is very mean, that Numbuh One. He said that I am wasting time. That I am throwing my time over my shoulder, time better spent doing other things. Important things.

I had better not write any more.

Get well soon,

Kuki