A/N: Switch in POV! Guess who?
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The room smelt sickly sweet. The rain pattered quietly on the window, as the wind rushed outside, whispering its secrets as it passed by.
The situation seemed grim.
Surreal.
White walls and blinding blinking lights surrounded me, making me feel as if I was suffocating. I felt small and trapped. Scared.
I picked under my fingernails, scraping at some skin under my nail bed.
My eyes burned, just like my cheeks.
Rage. Pure red rage, directly for my parents.
Why? Why didn't they tell me?
A sob escaped my throat, my hand not blocking it.
"You sure you're okay, Alex?" My sister looked at me, concern lacing her face. Her teary eyes and dried lips drooped.
"Nah, I'm... okay, Angel. I'm just upset that mom and dad didn't say anything about it."
"They were trying to protect us, hermano."
"Well, I don't know about you but waking up in the middle of the night because dad stopped breathing is not 'protecting' me."
Angel sighed, her frown deepening, causing her dimples to show. Her eyes were red as blood, tears welling up at the rims of her eyes.
At this point, tear streaks were a permanent feature for us both.
"It's just... I've heard them talking about..." I grimaced. "...it. I didn't know it had gotten that bad."
The nurses and doctors bustled around the hallway, still seeming wide awake even though it was 12 in the morning.
"Mom and Dad told me... a while ago."
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~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~
Romance- - - Cariño. Honey. That's what he called me. A nickname, some would say. The nickname came out of nowhere. On accident. Let me tell you how it all started - - - "And...um, can I have, uh, cariño?" The man scrunched up his nose then giggled. "You m...
