Six the Musical Oneshots (Not Given Up On, Just On Hold)

Parrlyn? Idk

ParrlynHave this little thingy of me experimenting with injuries from a few months ago

I didn't know shit about injuries though

So this is pretty stupid! :)

Not rlly a ship fanfic, as I said an experiment

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Cathy groaned tiredly when she stumbled to the front door, she would have let one of the others do this annoying job for her, but she knew for a fact that she was assigned to answer the door this day. But who in their right minds would ring the doorbell at 2 in the morning?

She didn't yet know that the simple decision to do her little chore on this very day would never leave her mind.

She reached for the door handle and felt suddenly wide awake when she saw Anne, slumped over and uncomfortably yet hopefully looking up.

"Anne?!" Cathy gasped, instantly jumping forward to steady her.

Anne weakly pushed her hand away and Cathy got another good look at her.

The girl in front of her was not her proud and chill self, no, she was limping and tangled in a completely blood soaked dress. She was slightly bent over, but Cathy could guess that Anne's neck was bleeding.

"What- Anne what on earth happened to you?" Cathy offered her hands out to Anne, which she accepted.

"That's a funny story, actually," Anne painfully chuckled, "I uh got into a fight.. with.. a guy..or two..."

Cathy wiped some blood from Anne's face.

"You can properly tell me later, let's get you fixed up."

Anne tried to convince Cathy to let her walk on her own, but could barely hold herself up.

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Anne winced as she saw Cathy tear up, Cathy had just gotten her to sit in the bathroom and now she was working on the wound that most of the blood was coming from.

"Anne you will need to tell me what the fuck is going on. Don't say anything now, let me help you first," Cathy said as calmly as she possibly could with her hands shaking. "I'm going to get Jane, you wait here."

Anne was about to complain by shaking her head, but Cathy cupped her cheek carefully, "don't move, try not to fall asleep. I will be right back. If anything happens, throw my hair brush on the floor, okay?"

Cathy rushed out of the room and into the hallway.

"Jane?" she called out anxiously, getting closer to the said girl's door.

Jane groaned from inside, "what is it, Cathy?"

"Get up! Hurry, it's Anne," Cathy ripped open the door.

Within a few seconds Jane was right in front of Cathy, "is she back?"

"Yes, but she's hurt, badly hurt," Cathy said, breathing heavily to not cry.

"Where is she now and how is she hurt?" Jane asked quickly, while walking Cathy to the main area of the house.

"Bathroom. Her neck is bleeding and I think there are a few different bruises," Cathy got out still not letting a single tear fall, "I cleaned her neck the best I could, but I can't treat it."

Jane ran to the bathroom, Cathy followed close behind.

In the bathroom, Anne was hissing in pain after poking at a sore on her left wrist out of curiosity what would happen.

"Oh fiddlesticks," Jane exclaimed when she saw Anne's state, "what happened?"

Anne almost grinned and opened her mouth to speak, but Cathy beat her to it, "Anne, don't. You'll bleed out by the end of the sentence, we have to patch you up first," she insisted.

"She told me that she got into a fight with a guy, or two, didn't really clarify," Cathy said to Jane who was already getting to work, cleaning the cut and getting ready to bandage her up.

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"Anne, we're going to the hospital," Jane insisted three hours later.

Anne opened her mouth once again to speak up, but Cathy cut her off, "what did we say about talking?" she said sternly.

"Well if you'd listen-," Anne started again.

"Anne. No."

"Just-"

Cathy put a hand on Anne's cheek, "if it's so important, write it down."

"Ughhh-" Anne groaned annoyed.

"Anne," Jane warned, "don't talk."

Defiantly Anne grabbed a cheap eyeliner, glared at Jane and wrote on the mirror.

'Dis is MY bleeding neck not urs. my decision. but we should prolly go to the police station asap'

Jane took a deep breath, "okay. What happened.'

'Got into a fight with two guys. I destroyed them!! >:) I Broke a nose and a foot then he got a pocket knife out and cut me. but I scratched one of them and he bled'

Jane shook her head, disappointed that Anne had gotten into a fight, but also upset at what had happened.

Cathy could only stare, she was somewhere between disturbed by and amazed at Anne's level of chaos, it was a mess.

Appearantly Anne saw Cathy blushing and smirked.

"Wait," Cathy's face lit up, "did you scratch him to get some of his skin under your nail?"

Anne nodded happily, holding up her hand.

"Anne, you're a genius! All of the true crime finally paid off!"

Anne stretched proudly.

"Jane, come on, call the police," Cathy encouraged.

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How does this end? Not sure to be honest, the guys get locked away and Anne likes to brag about the incident to Cathy I guess?