Letters to an Optimist

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He ran through the crowd that cheered him on.

What is with these people and clapping?  he thought as he passed another clapping bystander.

"Run Lo!" He wanted to stop and turn just to make sure his ears weren't deceiving him. But he listened to her voice and ran.

His feet pounding the pavement rapidly, warming up as his muscles ached and tensed. He sucked in a deep breath and  began sprinting.

"KEEP ON RUNNING YOU LOUSY BASTARD!" Ellie's voice echoed slowly before a grin reached his lips.  He ignored the worried looks people gave him, and concentrated on reaching the hospital within a few more minutes.

Hold on princess.

His foot stopped hitting pavement as he ran across the street, putting his hands out, palms facing the cars that honked at him and the drivers that swore at him.

"Suck it fucktard!" He replied to a certain driver, flipping him off. Logan ran towards the bulkiest  looking building on the street, with it's wide revolving glass doors, and the sign that read 'Rosemary Hospital' in large block letters. 

He tried regaining his breath but failed the first three attempts. He bent down, hands on his knees, mouth gulping air.

Can't blame Ellie for hating running, he thought.  

Once he regained his breath, he limped towards the receptionist whom eyes him carefully. 

"How may I help you?" She asked, pushing her circle shaped spectacles higher up her nose. Logan restrained himself from rolling his eyes. 

"Nothing really, I just limped into a hospital, there is blood dripping from my leg, oh, and the girl I like is in a coma," he replied sarcastically. "I don't need help, now do I? No, I just need to know which room number a girl named Blanca Rose is in, and I want it now."

The reciptionist's grassy eyes widened slightly, before a slight rosy color reached her cheeks. Logan held back a smirk and began tapping his foot impatiently. He felt a slight burning sensation take over his left leg, and he lifted the hem of his trouser. 

The skin was red, with marks from where the homing device was. The thick scarlet blood trickled down his ankle and splattered onto the bleached floor. He inwardly swore, he didn't realise how much strength he put into his kicks.

"Logan!" He turned around in time to see a flash of blonde hair before being tackled to the ground. He groaned and slowly propped himself onto his elbows, he raised himself slightly, and glared daggeers at the person who tripped him up.

"Ellie?"

"No," she said sarcastically, pulling a face. "I'm just some wacko chick that stalks your every move, can I have a hair sample? I'd like to create a clone to smother me with love I so rightly deserve!" Towards the end, Ellie went into dramatic mood, and acted like a sad housewife. 

"I knew you loved me, but damn," Logan said cockily, he couldn't help it; Ellie put herself into this position. As well as tackle Logan to the floor. 

She sent him a sour look and stood up, leaving him in the dust. "What are you doing?" She asked after a minute, Logan stared at her confused.

"I'm sitting...?" He asked, her blue eyes had a mixture of annoyance and amusement.  "That is what I'm doing right? Unless there is another technique to putting your ass on the ground that I don't know of."

"You fucker, just go to Blanca," she mumbled shaking her head. Ellie walked towards the waiting area and plopped herself down on a plastic chair.  "I can't believe you made me run three times in a day," Logan heard her mumble and chuckled.

"You love me, E," he mumbled kissing the top of her head.  She shook her head softly and closed her eyes.

"Go."

That was the only word she needed to say for him to bolt back to the receptionist. 

"Oh, it's you again."

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Logan ran through the disinfected smelling hallways, pale tiled wall after pale tiled wall; he stopped when he found the wooden door with the number 807 on it. He smiled.

He twisted the door knob and pushed the door to reveal utter darkness, with the light that appeared from the open door illuminated two figures.

One of them was slouched on a leather couch, with his arm tossed over his face, black hair messed up from the amount of times he might have ran his hands through it.

And the second figure, was lying on a hospital bed. She looked frail, especially with her extreme paleness. Dark ringlets stuck out from the braid that fell from her shoulders. 

Logan held his breath and let it out slowly.

"B?"

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Ha.

I fel evil :p

HAHHAHAHAHH!!!! lol, ignore dat. please tell me what you guys think! Hope you liked this chapter! Maybe 3 chapters before the epilogue!!! 0.0 so sad :/

Mack