'Cruz...' she started slowly, not knowing how to continue.
To hear my name was refreshing, and instead of dumb, it didn't bring out any bad memories.
'I just wanted to thank you in the name of us all. You most probably saved Mr. Cobain. We aren't sure if he's going to survive yet, but if he does, he'll have to thank you. If there wasn't for your fast reaction, we wouldn't find him overdosed in the bathroom of the newborn's. When, and if, he wakes up, I'll let you know,' she spoke and as she did, I carefully examined her twisted hair.
She smiled once again at me and swiftly left the room, leaving me all alone.
So it was Cobain.
Kurt Cobain.
And I saved his life.
For someone who hated their lives, it wasn't a pretty feeling.
But I did feel like a hero.
A part of me felt good for saving his life, but the other part hated me.
I was sure he would hate me, too.
If he would ever wake up.
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Wonderwall
FanfictionCruz's childhood wasn't ideal. Not at all. When she's 26 and free, she tries to end her suffering by committing a suicide. After an unsuccessful try, she's transported to the hospital where she meets a stranger. The stranger is the reason she still...
