~Chloe~
No more than 15 minutes later, the doctor returns with a fresh set of clothes which I gratefully take and change into in the bathroom, abandoning the thin paper gown in the trash. I smirk at my get up, totally not my style but... comfy and... actually, I could get used to this.
It's a plain white t-shirt with simple blue jeans. Gimmie a red jacket and I will truly be a Rebel Without a Cause.
Or, I'll look like Fry from Futurama with blue hair.
Heh... god, I'm a dork.
Anyways, I leave the bathroom and return my seat. Along with the clothes, the doctor (who's name I never caught) gave me a bag with all the things I came in with. I grab my phone and wallet and put them in their respective pockets.
"Ow, ow, ow..." I mutter, brushing up against my side wound.
Ahhg, this is going to take some getting used to, I think, sighing a little. I tap my fingers against my knee waiting for... something to happen.
I don't know!
"Fuck...".
What am I going to do, Max is... hell, I don't even know what Max is, How Max is, or Where Max is. I groan and drag my hands across my face, wincing when I hit a few bandaged cuts. Tears swell in my eyes again as I break down in silent but painful tears.
"Max...".
I'm such a fucking fuck up... why did I buy that fucking ring? We've been together for barely two months... hell, we've barely gotten past making out, which even then Max is weird about. I can't blame her, she's hesitant to do anything physical for a reason I don't think I want to know.
Ugh, STOP. THINKING, I curse at myself, grumbling irritably.
When I asked... she looked... so scared, so vulnerable, so... terrified. I know I'd rushed the question, basically forced it on her, but... I never thought this is where it would land us.
I close my eyes tightly as flashes of the accident shoot through my mind. There was so much blood... I- I didn't... I don't... how can someone so small bleed so much?
Max is... Max is fragile as it is and something like this... could destroy her.
She's going to blame herself for this... I know it, I know her.
I sigh unevenly and sniffle some more, "God... *sigh* fuck,".
I don't even know what to say right now... or what to do.
I look up at the clock and see that barely, just barely... 3 minutes have passed.
I want to scream and cry and kick like a fucking kid, I want to take this fucking crutch and beat the shit out of something, I want to... I- I want. I cry more at my next thought.
I want to go home.
To Arcadia Bay.
To My parents.
To Joyce and David.
I want them to hold me when I cry and kiss the pain away.
Some of the people around me shift nervously at my pitiful cries, while others get up and ask if I'm okay to which I replied, "I don't know". It's true. I don't even know if I'm okay.
This hurts more than when we found Rachel.
One person even opted to sit with me until I knew that whomever I was waiting for was alright. I politely declined though, not wanting to put my grief on anyone else.
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The Calm Before The Storm
FanfictionDual POV This story starts off right after Max made the choice to sacrifice Arcadia Bay, leaving only her and Chloe as survivors. Without anywhere else to go, the duo hit the open road, desperate to run away from their past. Life is hard, and over t...