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- " it hurts.." -

AVENTURINE POV 
In my last moments of escaping my worst nightmares, I only remember crashing straight into a cold, rough floor, feeling puddles of what seemed like my own blood. Oddly, it felt comforting—I could finally stop hiding from the hunters like a coward. Their yells were loud, yet they sounded distant as a black cloud began to cover my sight.

The murmuring grew louder each time my weak body twitched. Whenever I moved, even a little, I heard a faint rustling. I stayed still, relaxing into the warmth of some cloth. When I finally decided to open my eyes, the world was blindingly bright. As my eyes finally adjusted to the environment, I felt my chest rising and falling quicker then before, I had a fear, a hatred for hospitals. Hospitals reminded me of my past and my weaknesses. No one was supposed to know this. I had to keep being Aventurine—the strong, brave, and crazy rich gambler everyone knew.

I looked around the room, observing every corner of the pale space. And thats when I had felt a sharp pain coming from my right hand that caught my attention.  I stared down in fear at the needle injected into my wrist. The more I focused on it, the more the room spun and changed colours. I had to get it out, now. 

I proceeded to grab onto it with my shaky hands and yank it out of my hand. It hurt, a lot. I knew there was blood spilling from my hand, probably staining the white sheets. But I couldn't survive here any longer. I needed to leave, Right now.

Ignoring  my weak body I hurriedly stumbled out of bed only to be met with a cold floor again. No, no, NO! WHY WAS MY BODY SO WEAK, ugh, who am I kidding—I was always weak. Suddenly, the door bursts open with doctors and nurses all staring at me with worried expressions. 

"No.. Dont look at me. Leave me alone. Im fucking fine." I managed to get out,

"Mr. Aventurine, you need to get back into bed!" One of the nurses softly yelled,

They started to grasp both my arms, I dont think they knew how hard they were holding, but it was painful. But I couldn't go back to that bed. I started thrashing around screaming for them to let go, but they simply ignored my request. With my little strength I attempted to get out of their grip. It was an unsuccessful attempt. 

The staff seemed to start getting annoyed with my yelling and pulling, so annoyed that they pulled out a syringe. Wait.. A.. Syringe..? I immediately stopped and stared at the doctor with scared eyes. I begged, "PLEASE- FUCK. SHIT. NO DOCTOR PLEASE! IM SORRY ILL COOPERATE! PLEASE.. Please. Dont...I-Im scared.." But then again, what kind of doctor was going to listen to a patient going haywire.
"Sorry, I have too. It'll help calm you down, for now just rest." he told me. 

And thats the last thing I heard, before falling straight into the nurses arms.
I hate this. I hate me. I hate everything. So why, why does it have to be me who deals with this.

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THIS IS SO AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW i feel so bad for aventurine :( 
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