Sorry about how long it's been guys. I'm not quite sure where this ones going; just randomly writing.
School. Ha. What a joke.
The days passed slowly, meaninglessly. My only comfort was the sleep that pulled me in a tight embrace every night.
Eating was hard. School was hard. Having to remind myself to look both ways before crossing the road was hard... I don't know how many times I nearly got hit by cars because I was too wrapped up in my emotional haul...
And honestly, death was welcome right now. It had been nearly a week sense I had seen Marshall, or heard anything about him. The doctor said it had gotten worse, and that he wouldn't be out of the ICU for a while, so it was best for me to stay home instead of being stuck in the waiting room days on end.
"Go about your life, he wouldn't want you to stop because of him like this." The doctor said to me.
You don't even fucking know him.
It was a rainy Wednesday, I sat at my desk with my face laying on my arms on the desk; watching the raindrops slide down the window.
"Now, please turn your books to page-"
A shrill ringing noise came from my pocket. I jerked my phone out and answered it quickly.
"Hello?" I begged.
"Fionna? Yes, We think Marshall should be waking up soon. He has shown sam bit of improvement, and his movements are coming back. We figured you would want to be here for when he wakes up?"
"I'll be there as soon as possible."
He was waking up. Things were going to work out!
I grabbed my guitar, well Marshalls guitar, from the floor, along with my bag and ran toward the door.
"Where do you think-"
"No time!" I yelled at the teacher before longing the door open and dead sprinting down the hall.
I had been carrying his guitar around with me, playing it to keep myself sane... But running with an axe shaped guitar wasn't always the easiest thing.
I ran the mile and a half toward the hospital, stopping at the door. I looked my self over. I was soaked... My skinny jeans seemed skinnier, my blue shirt clung helplessly to my body... My rabbit ears hung, drenched, in my face.
I sighed heavily and walked inside, tearing my hat off and letting my damp blonde hair fall to my waist.
I saw the familiar face of the attendant that had been there my many visits. She smiled sadly at me as she approached me.
"Is it raining that hard outside?" She asked, setting a hand on my head. She was much taller then me, acting like my mother as she wrapped an arm around me and hugged me. "You must be freezing.
"I-I-I don't ca-care. I need to Se-see Marshall." My teeth clattered together, sure my lips were purple too.
She nodded and took me to his room, "what's that?" She asked, pointing toward the red sling around my shoulders.
"Marshalls guitar." I said softly, reaching over my shoulder to feel that it was, indeed, still there.
"You ran with that thing?" She asked with a chuckle. "You're crazy, girl."
"So I've been told." I muttered as we wrapped into Marshalls room.
I stopped in my tracks, looking him over briskly. He didn't have any of the bandages anymore, or the hoses in him. He was just him, laying there. As if he were sleeping peacefully.
I sat down in the chair next to his bed, putting my bag down on the floor and turning the guitar so I could strum it.
"Hey." I said quietly, leaning my head against the bed. "You gonna wake up yet?"
I gave him a few seconds to respond, but he never did. I sighed, leaning back in my chair and pinching the bridge of my nose.
His hair was all messy, his lips twitched slightly, and I swear I could hear him snoring.
I strummed the guitar a few more times before plucking out a familiar melody.
"I'm... Just a good little girl, always picking fights with you. I know that you're bad, yet here I am spending the night with you... What could you possibly want from my world, I'm just a good little girl.." I continued to play the melody, humming along absentmindedly. "Bad little boy. That's what you're acting like. I really don't buy That you're that kind of guy...." I closed my eyes, "my bad little boy, always acting so coy, please just don't leave me. I'm here waiting for you, baby, and I'll be here for you, even when you're just a bad little boy..." My fingers kept strumming the strings, afraid that if I stopped,.. Maybe he would too.
"Where did you learn to play so well, Princess?" That familiar voice trickled through my ears, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
I opened my eyes to see Marshall looking weakly over at me. "Marshall..." I whispered, leaning forward and throwing my arms around him. "I'm so glad you're okay!" I shouted.
He wrapped one arm around me, a low chuckle rattling his ribs. "How long have I been out?"
"Only a few weeks." I pulled away, but stayed leaning against the bed. "You were really bad..."
His eyes met mine, deep and black, everything I remembered them to be. My belly swirled with butterflies.
"I'm so happy you're awake..." I whispered, feeling tears sting my eyes. "Don't ever be that stupid again."
He smirked, lifting his brow. "Stupid to drive that fast, or kiss you and run?"
My face heated up. I forgot about that, and I forgot how straight forward this kid could be.
"I'll take that as driving." He pointed out then closed his eyes. "Where's your hat?"
My hand went to my head, running down my hair. I forgot it was down. "I ran here."
"So?"
"It was down pouring. My hat was drenched, I ditched it at the counter."
He looked over at me, "you ran in the rain? From school?" His lips pursed. "I don't like you being so reckless."
"Excuse me?"
"And you ran with that." He pointed to the guitar. "Kind of stupid."
I glared at him. "You're hopeless."
"I'm not worth running to." He said abruptly.
"When I found out you were here, I ran all the way from my house." I gritted my teeth, "don't say you're not worth running for. You're worth way more then that to me, you know that."
"I don't." He croaked, his eyes opening to look at me.
"I wasn't the one who ran." I muttered. "You ran. And look how that went for you. I've been here as much as I could have been. They told me to leave, and I said no. I stayed. Until they forced me out, Marshall."
He looked away from me, up to the small tv in the corner of the room that played the news. "You know how much I care about you."
"How do you think I know?" I asked, my brows furrowing. "How could you possibly think I would know anything like that?"
"I was driving to your house." He said quietly, "I was driving to you. I needed you. And then... Something ran out in front of me, I was going to fast, but I swerved... And then the bike slid." He looked over at me. "You were the first thing that went through my mind, and the last."
