Chandler stayed with her day and night at the hospital. She didn't talk; she didn't want to. All she did was stare at a blank wall on the opposite side of the room with this painful look in her eyes.
He would hold her hand, talk excessively about everything, diss the assholes that put her there that got expelled but she never talked, smiled or anything.
So all Chandler could do was talk and sometimes listen to the silence and their breathing, but he never saw her parents once. There was never a woman in tears or a man fighting his tears, barging into the room to hold her; to make sure that she was still there and not just a memory.
Chandler couldn't help but wonder why.
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Short Storyboy: ❝ how much for a can of pringles? ❞ girl: ❝ why do you ask me? does it look like i work here? ❞ boy: ❝ ... ❞ boy: ❝ you're wearing an employee's shirt and a name tag ❞ girl: ❝ oh yeah....i forgot about that ❞ boy: ❝ ... ❞ girl: ❝ they could be...
