Untold

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"Status update."

"Gone. Time of death: 1:12 pm. Cause: suicide attempt. Successful."

Sigh.

"I'll go break the news."

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Dr. Costas walked into the mostly empty waiting room. It was the one with the soft, grey blue, that looked like most of the patients in the hospital- a hollow shell of something long gone.

Filling up the chairs (the few that were filled) was a strange group of people.

One boy, slumped in a corner, wearing all black and a leather jacket, curly hair hanging over his face, high cheekbones and large blue grey eyes with purple circles underneath them- those eyes scared her. They seemed so old, so weary, so sad, so... broken. There was another boy sitting by a woman and a man, the parents of the victim. He looked like a typical teenager- jeans, t-shirt. His brown hair was streaked with blonde and his wide hazel eyes seemed glazed over. But, at the edges he seemed jagged and worn out- as if someone had shattered him like glass. And finally, a boy who was... on the chubbier side with a curly shock of strawberry blonde hair and freckles, looking down quietly at the ground.

Dr. Costas smoothed down her garments and began with the usual way she began things like this. Scientifically and methodically. "She's gone," she began, voice flat and emotionless, more robotic than human, "the time of death was 1:12 pm. I'll go get the paperwork." She whirled around, heading towards the exit of the waiting room, just as the mother began to emit a keening sound. There was no other noise from any of the young boys. Just silence.

And that, in itself, was strange, Dr. Costas thought to herself. Perhaps they were still in shock. That was normal too.

The door got closer.

She continued walking, trying to convince herself of the normality of the situation. But, she had a question: Why?  Why would a bright, bubbly, well liked girl commit suicide? She seemed to be surrounded by people who loved her.

Something didn't add up. She kept her eyes trained on the door, her target. The door was her ticket to leave this hell. This hell where it was normal for people to die, normal to give bad news.

Don't kill the messenger.

But, something was missing- and Dr. Costas felt it- an aching hole in her heart, an empty space beside her.

She was at the door. She rested her hand on the cold door handle to push the doors open for a moment. And in that moment- a split second really, she made a decision.

Scientific, scientific. Keep it scientific. This is normal. This is okay.

Blue eyes.

Blue eyes came into her mind, flooding it like an ocean.

Eyes holding the weight of the world.

And Dr. Costas, for once in her career, broke one of her most sacred rules.

Never look back.

She looked back, her eyes sweeping the area until they rested on the slouching boy. As if sensing her presence, he looked up, and blue met brown.

Everyone else, sensing the boy's sudden movement, looked up. The mother ceased her keening and looked up, tears running down her face, still hopeful. The other two boys sat quietly, unfallen tears collecting in their eyes, making it look as if they were feverish.

Sickly.

Dr. Costas took a deep, somewhat shaky breath and rolled her shoulders back.

No emotion. You are an unbreakable force. These people are a few in hundreds that you see a day. They're few in thousands you see in a year. They are nothing. They mean nothing.

"I'm sorry," she stated simply, without faltering.

And all looked back down, the mother back to her keening, and the boys to sitting quietly, sobbing on their own. Except for one.

Goddamit. Those blue eyes again...

And before her emotions could best her, Dr. Costas did as her still screaming mind commanded her, and walked as briskly as she could out of the waiting room, leaving them behind.

This time, she didn't look back.

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A/n Long time no write! Sorry about that. I'm fixing this story up. It's still not as long as I want it to be, but oh well. That will come later. What do you think?

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