Seventy Eight Suicides

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"Shawn??" I heard a whisper.

I looked up from my guitar.

"Taylor!" I squealed.

I see him smiling under these bandages.

"Want me to call the nurse?" He nodded.

When I got back I went to use the restroom.

The walls were thin.

It was easy to hear the doctors question Taylor.

"What kind of act was this? Accidental? Did you leave the oven on?" The deep doctor voice asked.

"Suicide." Taylor whispered even though it was to easy for me to hear.

I didn't want it any awkward so I waited until I could hear the doctors steps leave.

"So what'd they say?"

"I need therapy tonight. You can't stay. Sorry Shawn." he sighed.

"Okay. I love you. Couple more hours wouldn't hurt would it?"

"You have six hours."

"I'll make it worth it."

- Shawn

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