You know the drill…


Many questions arose in Pucca's head, like; How long will this war last? What is the purpose of Gingy? and. Why in the world does Ching always have a chicken on her head? (A/N: Ok…that's my question…STFU) She rolled in the hospital bed, her memories overtaking her…how in the world is Won, the chicken on Ching's head, still alive when chickens don't live a long time (especially if Woodies love them LOL)

But seriously people, how come her boyfriend didn't like her back then, but love her now? Why are you eating ice cream in the middle of winter? Where did I last put my headphones? And also, what the heck are those statue things? Seriously, are they lions or pigs or prehistoric animals? Or all of the above? All of these questions ran into Pucca's (and mine) head. Her unborn twins kicked and moved, which, I'm taking a guess, is probably REALLY annoying, according to my cousin it's VERY annoying…although in this fanfic, she will not care…and neither will I…

The cold winter snow hit as Pucca walked outside of the hospital, she looked up at the dark, grey, mysterious clouds that dropped down white rain. Looking down at the snow caked ground she took a seat next to an elder looking woman who was lighting a cigarette. To tell the truth, she really didn't want to sit next to this person, second hand smoking is VERY hazardous, especially if one is carrying a child, let alone two. The lady smiled at her as she took a puff, cloudy grey eyes looked her way.

"I shouldn't really be smoking." Pucca's head looked up and turned towards the woman, the woman smiled and continued.

"I started at a young age, only 13, I'm 37 and I look 79." She chuckled a bit as Pucca's head slowly nodded up and down in understandment.

"Also I have lung cancer…but I just can't help…" A frown went across the lady's face as tears streamed down her eyes.

"I hope your child makes it, all but one of my children were still-borns." Pucca put her head down, how horrible! Still-born babies! And it's because of those cigarettes! But, she did feel sorry for her, she lost all but one of her children.

"My son lives with his father; I really don't want him to see me like this." The lady sighed, smiled, and chuckled lightly.

"My name's Ms. Ling." Ms. Ling extended her hand to shake; Pucca gladly took the offering and moved her hand up and down, and then retrieved her hand, laying it gently on her stomach, the snowflakes hitting her warm cheeks like quick, soft kisses. She looked over and Ms. Ling.

"You don't look very old…" Ms. Ling began, "old enough to be married that is…"

Pucca blushed slightly and slowly shook her head.

"You're not married?" A hint of surprise in her voice, "Oh my, you're still a baby yourself! Well, I mean you don't look very old."

Pucca shook her head in a way that was saying 'I'm only sixteen' and looked back towards the flakes fluttering gently, Ms. Ling gave Pucca a pat on the back, threw her cigarette in the tray and walked back inside the hospital, Pucca shivered and walked inside the hospital as well, stepping inside the elevator, going up to her room. She toppled on her bed and yawned looking at the clock, 7 PM. She just shook her head and fell asleep.

And that day was Ms. Ling's last.


I know, very sad, and probably unnecessary since my grandfather died due to smoking, I guess I wanted to get a message out to people…