TWs: Mention of death/blood, hospital, IV/needle, sort of reckless behavior. Stay safe :)
"And then the audacity of Mark to say he was better at French!" Matt rolled his eyes as he held up his mirror, talking to it as per usual, "I cannot believe he's still holding onto that victory."
Glancing away for a second, he halted when he nearly ran into someone.
"Ah, sorry, mademoiselle!" He apologized, peering at the blonde woman in front of him.
"Don't worry about it." She spoke, moving some of her bangs out of the way, revealing her blue eyes.
Matt watched as she sauntered away, noticing her make quite an impression on other people as she walked past them.
'Talk about a vixen...' He thought, continuing into his favorite shop, 'Anyway, time for antiquing!'
"Welcome!" The cashier greeted, "Let me know if you need anything."
"Will do!" Matt told her, looking around the building.
"Hey... don't you live with Edd?" She spoke after a few moments.
The ginger hummed, peering over to the cashier. She looked strangely familiar.
"Yeah, my name's Matt." He replied.
"Laurel." The blue-haired lady smiled.
Matt nodded, going back to looking around, taking glances at Laurel every so often. He felt a bubbling sensation similar to butterflies in his stomach, except it felt wrong.
He took another peek at Laurel, checking to see if Laurel was really there. For some reason, he felt he wasn't supposed to see her... standing there.
He set his gaze on the shelf on the wall, trying to wrap his head around it.
Laurel was there. She was standing there.
'Of course, she's standing there,' Matt shook his head, 'It's not like a ghost took her place!'
Matt's eyes widened, suddenly envisioning a blue-haired woman lying in a pool of red liquid. He peeked over his shoulder, seeing her messing with the cash register.
'Or is it?' He blinked as he cautiously strolled to the counter, "Can I ask a question?"
"What is it?" Laurel asked, gazing at him with an intense stare.
"This may be rude, so I hope you don't mind my asking... but didn't you die?" Matt questioned.
"Oh, yeah. I did." She nodded, "I got better, though."
'Didn't that Card guy say the same thing?' The ginger quirked an eyebrow, "Well, okay. Glad to see you better then."
"Thanks!" Laurel smiled, adjusting her choker.
Matt would've written the neck accessory off, but he couldn't help but notice the edgy design of it. The choker was black, definitely faux, leather with skull designs lining it around.
'She doesn't look like the type of person to buy something like that...' Matt thought.
A notification sound came from his pocket, prompting Matt to excuse himself and turn away. Looking at the text, he sighed inwardly.
"Sorry, I'm late." Matt apologized as he sat down at the booth with his friends.
"Where were you?" Tord asked.
"My favorite place to go to when I don't know what to spend my money on." The ginger shrugged.
"Of course." Tord shook his head, going back to reading the menu.
A waitress strode up to greet them, "Welcome; may I take your order?"
Edd and Tord paused, tearing their eyes away from the menu to peer at the waitress.
"Kim?" Edd spoke, his eyes widening.
The blonde hummed in question, glancing at the duo, "Oh, hey, boys."
Edd and Tord glanced at each other, flushing in embarrassment as they realized how far they'd come, from falling in love with the same girl to falling in love with each other.
"It's you!" Matt gasped, startling the others.
Kim looked at the ginger, an awkward smile on her face, "Nice to see you again too?"
"You know each other?" Tord inquired.
"No, I accidentally ran into her earlier," Matt spoke, "Sorry about that again."
"As I said, don't worry about it." She smiled, "Now, can I get you started on drinks?"
As they ordered, Matt's eyes landed on Kim's neck. Something appeared to be sticking out from under her work uniform, making its way around her neck. It was made out of a silver box chain.
'Why is she hiding it? It's just a necklace.' Matt thought.
Kim must've noticed Matt staring at her neck; her hand moved to where he was staring, feeling it subconsciously.
"Alright, I'll be right back with those." She said as she turned away, her hand never leaving her neck.
"So," Tom set his gaze on the couple across the table, "That's the girl you two were trying to please?"
Tord grumbled as Edd sighed.
"And how did that work out for ya?" He teased.
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
'Agh... it feels like I got hit by a truck...' A groan escaped the man's mouth as he slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the blinding light. Slowly blinking, he tried his best to sit up, only to feel a sharp pain in his chest, making him inhale sharply as he collapsed back on the bed.
Beep... beep...
Beep... beep...
He heard a heartbeat monitor ricochet the thumping of his heart. He took a deep breath, raising his head slowly to view the room he was in.
'A hospital room?' The man glanced at the monitor, the bed he was in, and the curtains draped over the window. He peered down at the IV stuck in his arm, wincing a bit. He didn't like this. He didn't even remember what happened or anything in general.
It was all a big blur to him.
The sound of footsteps came near, and someone opened the door. The woman walked into the room, holding a clipboard close to her chest, halting when she saw the state of her patient.
"Oh, you're finally awake!" She smiled, stepping to his bedside. She checked that everything was in order, writing things down on her clipboard. When she looked at the IV, she frowned, "Huh, that's odd. I don't recall calling for an IV. I'll have to see if it was called for by someone else."
After the doctor was finished, she beamed at him.
"Your friends will be happy to know you're awake, Mr. Gilmour." She spoke as she left the room.
'I have friends?' The guy huffed as he settled back into the uncomfortable sheets, opting to go to sleep when there was another knock moments later.
"Sorry for the interruption, Larry!" A voice called as a man walked into the room, smiling ecstatically.
'Larry...?' The man quirked an eyebrow, analyzing the intruder's balding head with swirly blonde hair and his circular glasses.
The man stood at his bedside much longer than the dirty blonde would have liked before saying, "It seems as if there's been a mistake in IV placement."
Grabbing a cotton swab and a bandage, the man started to take out the IV.
Larry winced at how hurried the stranger seemed, yanking on the taping and the needle in order for it to come out.
"A-ha! Gotcha." The man grinned as he got it out, putting the bandage over a cotton swap to prevent bleeding.
'I think I'll need more than that...' Larry grumbled, feeling the pain in his arm at how rough the guy was.
As the man was walking away with the IV equipment, Larry spoke.
"Who are you exactly?"
Keeping a grin on his face, the stranger replied, "Just an old friend."
✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧Translations✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧
French =
Mademoiselle - Miss
(Translations brought to you by Google Translate)
Vixen - A spirited or fierce woman, especially one seen as sexually attractive.