Its so white. Everything is so white. Its blinding and annoying. So fucking pristine.
The smell of antiseptic fills the air and seems to choke me. I cough and wheeze for a bit, then ease back into the hard hospital pillow.
How did I even get here?
Right. I blacked out again. Coma? I don't think so. But I do remember radiating a lot of heat, which can't be good.
How did I get here? Car. Bus? Tess. No?
Right.
Ace.
Tess is here too. Of course she's here. She has always been there. Why stop now?
Maybe Seth's here too. I hope he isn't.
Is Ace still here?
Is that even his name? I think Tess addressed him as Ace once. Maybe when I was slipping in and out of consciousness.
The boy with the chilling gray eyes. Ace.
The boy that saved me twice. Ace.
The boy that.
The boy.
Boy.
Ace.
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Cracked Up
Teen FictionA story about a boy who hasn't laughed in 3 years and a transboy who tries too hard.