Anonymous Wed 19 Jun 2024 20:40:55 No.66739400 Report

>>66739368
Fem Nick visiting Anon in the hospital after E1 and consoling him

Anonymous Wed 19 Jun 2024 21:12:05 No.66740315 Report

>>66739400
>I stare up at the ceiling. I still see her face when I close my eyes. The painkillers I'd been given are starting to wear off. I look around the hospital room and do a quick once over again. TV. Exit. Side table. IV bag. The sad sack of shit that shouldn't be breathing right now. Cabinets and sink. All the same as before.
>I don't even see my phone anywhere around here. Not that I'd even want to see anything on it. My eyes end up on the ceiling again. I don't bother thinking, nothing good can come from racking my own thoughts. I hear the door click. I don't bother turning my view.
>"Mr. Mous?" I hear the doctor address me. I look at him. They managed to get me a human doctor, short brown hair and stubbly. He's pretty average looking if a bit on the lanky side. He's holding the door open, clipboard in hand.
>"Are you accepting visitors?" his face is soft, diffusing.
>Who in the world would want to see me? Who would I want to see? I start to shake my head no when I hear a voice outside.
>A-Anon?" I recognize the voice but can't quite place it. The doctor turns his head outside, then back to me.
>I nod yes to let her in.
>I notice it's the lead signer of Swamp Babies, we'd met a few times when Fang took me to some local band spots. Name's Nick if I'm remembering right.
>"I heard what happened. Fuck dude I'm so sorry..." the words bounce around my empty heart. I have no sympathy for myself anymore.
>She steps up to me. She's wearing her usual attire but a bit more frazzled. Seems like she rushed down here after a very short prep period.
>"You alright?" I don't have any filter left in me.
>"No." I coldly state.
>She looks me up and down and notices the bandages on my left leg.
>"She... did she...?"
>"Yup."
>"...fuck." her voice is quiet and pained. Her hand is placed on my good leg. I can feel her warmth. It's as if it's made of brimstone: scalding and uncomfortable. I wish she didn't.
cont. suffering abound.

Anonymous Wed 19 Jun 2024 21:23:28 No.66740657 Report

Quoted By: >>66740872

>>66740315
>I look away from her. I don't want to deal with this. I just want her to leave.
>She doesn't
>"Your parents come by yet?"
>A heat flashes in me but it's quashed by the immense weight of sorrow.
>"They're not coming." Nick puts her hands in front of her mouth.
>"W-why!?"
>"They don't care." she does not believe this
>"No way! They're just late I bet they're com-"
> I snap at her "Shut. Up."
>She clamps her mouth shut and looks at me, hurt and worried.
>"They're not coming. End of story." my head pounds from the sudden flash of emotion.
>Nick simply looks down at me in concern. Leave.
>"Anyone else been by yet..?"
>"Only reporters."
>Every single word I say so far does nothing but sour her mood further. Why does she insist on staying?
>My muttering gets the best of me, yet again. She responds. "You're alone. I... don't want you to be hurting alone."
>"I deserve this." The truth.
>"You... really think that?" I do. I do so much that the words flow out of me. The rise she was looking for she found.
>"I played a hand in making Fang like that. I pushed her away from the people that could've helped her. I isolated her and then stomped on her feelings. We shouldn't even be having this conversation." I growl out
>"You... didn't pull the trigger." she weakly contests
>"I might as well have put the gun in her hand." My entire being clenches.
>Nick gets a strange look of anger. Good. Hate me and leave.
>"I'm not leaving today." her words are filled with determination.
>I sigh "Why?"
>"You're hurt. Fang hurt you." I flinch at her correct statement
>"You fucked it, whatever. You think you controlled Fang's life?" I blink at her. I mean of course not.
>"She made a decision to end it all like that but you're still here." I sure wish I wasn't
>"You still have your life. Live it." she folds her arms
>I fall back into the bed. "Just... let me be alone." my hand covers my eyes. I start to tear up.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 19 Jun 2024 21:30:05 No.66740872 Report

Quoted By: >>66741027

>>66740657
>"No." she stubbornly states.
>"I'm not abandoning you. Not like Fang. Not like your parents. You can be happy. I promise."
>I start to choke up.
>I stammer and can't put out any words. I'm so mad at her, myself. She reaches down and gently caresses me. I sob.
>"Why?" I beg through clenched teeth and choked sobs.
>I get no response, just gentle strokes across my back.

Fin. pretty rough.

>>66739574
...what?

>>66739440
Alright