*bats away bunny* I need to do my WORK! Go AWAY!!!
After that is a blur. It was a lot of pain and drugged dreams. It was a sterile hospital room with people who sobbed and tried to console me through my morphine daze. It was half-whispered and fierce denials that still managed to pierce through my mind even though I couldn't tell which way was up. It was laying tucked in a bed, with the constant beep of machines all around me while I tried to piece everything together. It was the sharp pain -- and later, an ugly scar -- two inches above my heart. It was two small inches that saved my life, but destroyed Heero's. It was the doctors frantically shocking my body back to life, machines screaming in denial, while Heero was buried six feet under the ground.
*whimpers pitifully*
After that is a blur. It was a lot of pain and drugged dreams. It was a sterile hospital room with people who sobbed and tried to console me through my morphine daze. It was half-whispered and fierce denials that still managed to pierce through my mind even though I couldn't tell which way was up. It was laying tucked in a bed, with the constant beep of machines all around me while I tried to piece everything together. It was the sharp pain -- and later, an ugly scar -- two inches above my heart. It was two small inches that saved my life, but destroyed Heero's. It was the doctors frantically shocking my body back to life, machines screaming in denial, while Heero was buried six feet under the ground.
*whimpers pitifully*
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Date: 2003-02-23 11:32 pm (UTC)>____
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Date: 2003-02-24 10:18 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-02-24 10:29 am (UTC)it's like a train wreck, one is possessed by curiosity to look.
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Date: 2003-02-24 10:56 am (UTC)If it makes you feel better, Heero's not icky for ALL of it. Just a substantial portion of.
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Date: 2003-02-24 01:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-24 01:54 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-02-24 02:24 pm (UTC)