mike glanced out the window as the teacher droned on and on about plant cells. he raised his hand, asking to go to the bathroom. the teacher nodded, continuing on with the lesson.
mike couldn't think straight. he focussed on washing his hands.
jane plagued his mind.
and blood. did he dare say he liked that? did that mean he liked to operate on people? did that mean he wanted to become a doctor?
he walked back to the classroom, sighing.
after school, he biked to the hospital and asked the nurse to see jane. she led him into jane's pristine white room.
she looked stronger now. like a regally stone-cold angry queen, jane perched in her bed, sheets folded and creased to perfection.
"hi," he whispered. her eyes were frozen over with emotion.
"why are you here? stop visiting me."
"i brought you your schoolwork," mike continued, dumping a folder on her bed.
jane haughtily looked at it, nodding. "anything else?"
"i'm sorry."
"i already told you, i'm going to need more than that."
"well, i don't have anything!" mike exclaimed.
"get out."
"no."
"get out," jane repeated, openly glaring at him now.
"no." jane sighed.
"i'm not accepting your apology."
"i know."
"just go," she sighed again when he didn't budge. "i'm getting released in a couple days."
"that's good, pretty good."
"stop it. i'm not eleven. just because i have flashbacks of it, doesn't make me her," jane huffed, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles.
"um, yes you are. no one else could know about that."
"mike, stop it."
"jane, i think i like you."
"you don't like me," jane harshly snapped. "you liked the girl who bears semblance to me," she finished softly. the words hung in the air like a bitter aftertaste.
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bathroom stalls » mileven
Fanfiction[ complete ] little girl eleven byers meets sad boy mike wheeler and tries to fix him. she didn't realize she needed fixing. [ this is not a very good story ]
