Asher's ears started to focus onto one sound. Heart monitor? His eyes were closed and he thought, who's heart is being monitored? Pain shoots from every corner of his body and he squeezed his eyes highter. He then proceeds to look around, he doesn't recognize the area. "H-help! I-I-I don't know where I am!" He panicked. He looks at himself, his left arm was casted from shoulder to thumb, his right leg was casted from the knee to toes, his middle was wrapped, indicating busted ribs, a neck brace, and IV's in his arm of both water and blood. He tried to get away.
Merc was sitting in the waiting room. It was noon now, and he hasn't gotten a blink of sleep. He was so worried about Ash. He looked up from his hands and watched as about four doctors run in the direction of Ash's room. 'Please don't go to room 8' he mentally begged. "Oh fuck." He stood up and ran to Ash's room and saw Asher being held down by doctors.
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The Tragic Story Of True Love
RomansaAsher was not like normal people. Unlike the others, he was genderfluid, pansexual, and has many psychological issues. He has Agyrophobia, Astraphobia, Athazagoraphobia, Eisoptrophobia, and is labeled as Schizophrenic. He also has Nyctophilia and is...
