A/N: Hello, and sorry for the wait! I've been busy, and while I love FF, I don't let it take over my life. If you're a guest who likes this, I would only check about once a week for updates. Anyway, replies to reviews:
KTGIRL2013: I'm glad you like it!
Starlightgirl444: Thanks! Sorry for the wait!
Allison S (guest): Well, wait no more!
Anon (guest): Oh, that's a great question. I forgot to put Isaac, so it was unintentional. Isaac and Hazel are still really close friends. Hope that answered your question!
Peanut-butter-mouse: Haha, I cried, but I cry a lot in books, so it was no surprise. So no, not sad. I have a (blond) friend who read it without crying, so I don't think it's because you're a ginger, haha.
This chapter is dedicated to the Wizard of Wicked because I forgot to upload yesterday. Sorry!
CHAPTER TWO
Isaac POV:
Hazel came over today. She's looking weaker by the day, and I'm scared. She's my best friend, and I can't lose her and Gus. I miss Augustus like crazy, and I don't want Hazel to leave. I know, I'm selfish. I also know that she wants to die, which makes me upset, but I understand. She's hoping she can see Gus and live happily ever after. Well, live dead happily ever after. I hoped for her, too.
Today we turned on Counter Insurgence 2, but it didn't have the same appeal anymore. We both would die, but not like Gus did. We died because of stupid video game mistakes, not like Gus heroically dying to save children for a second to give them a minute, or hours, or days. As he had said, all salvation is temporary.
Though I'd never admit, everything still reminded me of Gus. I know it's been nine months, but the pain of his death never numbed. When I listen to music, the Hectic Glow will turn on, and I'll turn it off. I'll play Counter Insurgence 2 with Hazel, but we both know it's not the same.
Hazel was sitting on the L shaped chair next to me, and turned the TV off. "I have a headache," she said. This was a common thing, her Thyroid cancer giving her headaches from lack of air. The Phalanxifor doesn't work very well anymore, but it's all she has. She started coughing, harder than usual. It didn't stop. She started screaming, holding her head. "Mom!" I shouted. "We have to get Hazel to the hospital!" I could tell she was losing consciousness, fast. I was shaking, but tried to stay strong for Hazel's sake.
Mom and I carried Hazel to the car (more like me carrying her and Mom guiding me), which wouldn't be hard, considering she weighed almost nothing, except the fact she was writhering in pain. I sat in the back with her, making sure that she didn't stop breathing. I pulled out my cell phone, dialing her parent's phone. "Hello? Isaac?" her mom asked. "Mrs. Lancaster! Hazel's on her way to Memorial, now. Something happened!" I knew that I was being loud, but I was terrified and would be past the point of caring, if not for Hazel's headache. She moaned in pain, and I wished I could make my best friend better. "We'll be there in a few minutes," she said, and I heard a door closing. I knew they were just as scared as me. I heard the click saying that she hung up and turned off my phone.
I whispered a prayer, something I'd been doing for a while now. "God, please help Hazel. She needs to be okay." My dad and Graham are meeting us here, and so are Hazel's parents.
Six and a half minutes later, we got to Memorial Hospital, where Hazel was moved three months ago. The nurses ran out with a gurney, already expecting us. Mom had called them on the way here. Mom said they wheeled Hazel in straight to the ICU. By now she was unconscious and her breathing was unsteady. I didn't know what to do. I sat down in the waiting room, a few chairs in between Hazel and I's parents and me. I stared into nothingness, the only thing I could stare at now that I was blind. I imagine that the ceilings are white and look similar to the ceilings at school, the ones I remember well. I started talking to Gus in my head, imagining I was on the phone, even though I knew he wouldn't hear me.
Hey, Gus. I thought. I'm so afraid for Hazel. What are we supposed to do? I guess it'd work out for you if she died and there actually is Capital S Somewhere, but what if? What about me? I don't want to lose my best friend. She's been looking forward to dying, really, but I don't want her to. I'm selfish. I want her to myself, but I know I can't. I can't make her stay here, but I can't let her go. I want to have my best friend, but you do, too. I guess it's up to fate to see what happens.
I sighed, frustrated, and felt my hands shaking. I don't want to lose Hazel, but I want her to be happy. I don't know what to do, and it's a really crappy feeling to have.
We sat there for what seemed like an eternity, but was really about two or three hours. I'm guessing a nurse came out because the next thing I heard was, "Hazel Lancaster? Is anyone here for Hazel?" I shot out of my seat faster than I think I ever have, and I felt Mom grab onto my arm, leading me to the nurse.
"How is she? Is she okay?" I asked, shaking. What if she wasn't? The nurse just said, "See for yourself," which I laughed at under my breath. I can't see for myself. Mom lead me to the room (I think) with Graham on my other side. I was getting ready to find out how my best friend was.
A/N: How was it? I'm sorry it's so short, but I kind of have a writer's block. So sorry for not updating sooner!
Just to let you know, this story won't be very long, probably nine or ten chapters unless I change my mind.
Anyway, on to the SOTC!
Last chapter's SOTC: Bulls in the Bronx- Pierce the Veil
This chapter's SOTC is easy, like really easy. If you don't know it, then you'll get what I'm saying when I say what it was next chapter.
I can hear those echoes in the wind at night
Calling me back in time
Back to you
In a place far away
Where the water meets the sky
The thought of it makes me smile
You are my tomorrow
I will see you again, woah
