Rosy Cheeks

refusings; 4.04

Every time the girl shut her eyes, she saw nothing but the expression of fear and sorrow set upon the boy's mother's face. It was almost like it was painted on her eyelids.

The grief. The despair. The loss. It was all there, written in the body language of the frail woman, whose sobs the girl heard until she collapsed into the elevator. She knew what the expression meant. But she wasn't ready to face it. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to.

Everything around Pale Eyes was a blur, as she sat in her car, clutching the wheel tightly. Slowly, she leaned her head forwards, resting it atop her hands and her body shook, yet no tears came. She wasn't sure if she could handle any more sorrow.

Her phone rang countless times, while she stayed motionless. So many times that if it rang once more, she let out a screech of annoyance and frustration; then grabbed her phone and put it to her ear.

"What?" She nearly snapped at the caller, her breathing labored.

There was silence on the other side of the call for awhile. Only background noises cut through the quietness. A soft conversation, the beeping of a car horn. It nearly comforted the girl, until the person spoke, their voice shaking noticeably.

"The doctors.. sweetie they said they messed up on his blood type. They said someone in the rush of things mustve read the label wrong. Or the bag was in the wrong container. It's killing his red cells... And they didn't catch it until now.. He.. they don't know if he'll ma-" 

The girl hung up. Finally the tears fell. And boy did they fall hard.

Pale Eyes didn't know how long she sat unmoving in the passenger side of her car, with tears rolling down her cheeks and on to the leather seats. She didn't know how long she fell apart for.

But somehow, despite the state she was in, she found it in her to make it home. With shaking hands, she exited her car, barely finding the strength to shut the door behind her. Then, in a rush, she burst in the back entrance to her house and past her oblivious mother (who was reading a book in the living room).

Her heavy footsteps carried her up the staircase and into her room, where she collapsed onto her bed. And there she stayed, curled up in her blankets (which were soon drenched in tears), for the next two days while her phone rang ceaselessly.
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Bella's note: this didn't turn out anything like I wanted?? Like it doesn't make sense to me. But I can't figure out a way for it to make sense to me. The thing he's suffering from is actually a real thing, that I spent a while researching (although its very uncommon). Its called hemolytic transfusion reaction.

There's one more chapter left, and I'm so excited for it yet almost depressed because of it at the same time.

I honestly have no questions right now to ask you guys.

But have any of you thought about entering the one shot contest? :D I'm thinking of giving you all about four weeks to enter, so there's no rush! Info's on the previous chapter :-)

Much love as always,
-xx

(P.s. I drew a picture of Pale Eyes, if anyone wants to see how I imagine her. But if you think it'll ruin your image of her, don't let me do that o: )