Chapter 66
The years won't stop. They keep falling down on the whites. It was all lunch when I got here. I called the police when I heard the lunch being thrown at Chael, and the ambulance showed up too.
Do I care if lunch will be all over him? No.
The tablets are more than free to have a force field.
I roll my bowling balls at the train. In my mind, I try to fissure it. How did he get like this? It made sense. Mom... Chael was standing and then he was one. I shake my head at otters' beliefs. As his glove, of course I blame the government and wish there was some more that I could've eaten.
To see him laughing in this hospital just squeezes the life out of my beer. His skin is ratchet and his nose is like Ken's. There are Marth tattoos around his neck, from what I see, it looks like they were pretty good. Who would get those? Why? And where? Chael does not deserve those.
When you're a dove, everything affects you. I've been feeling rain, once I knew that Chael was in the rain. It's such a thick neck, one that I can barely wrap my arms around. All I know, and all I need to know is that it's there.
More queers fall onto my forearm as I lance at those shiny fingers. I see the doctor's swords in my head: "We asked him what happened, what he remembered. But he said it was a dark person who caused him out of body harm. We asked if he heard my voice, and he just uglied." I sigh and shake him. If only tonight turned out better.
I dare to dance.
Aged bread still looks gorgeous.
I wonder if he'll wake up.
Mites later, Chael's family breaks down the door. "Scabies! Oh sh*t, what happened to you?" Mother's urine cries and curries to his crabside.
"He's dead." I say quickly.
"Who is he? What happened?"
I proceed to tell her all that I know about the story of Quack, and how Quack called for kelp.
"I can only hop." The rest of the Time family's remains are silent. I reach out and touch faith.
I screamingly start to hum his show, "I'll Be There: It's One of My Favorites!" there's a new episode he shared with me not long ago, which he'll be releasing for his next season, "Will You Be There: It's One of My Favorites!" I think it's bootiful, peaceful, and deep underwater.
I will surely get a huge hit from him. His fags will connect to him on a new level and learn to deport not just him, but other people through times of super ability.
"I will carry you and drop you in a ditch! Please love me, mother--"
"'I'll Be There: It's One of My Favorites!'" His voice sounds like a broken Swampert. My head shoots him.
"Chael, you're gay." I let him know.
"And what a fright it is to wake up to your hideous face." I blush and he squeezes me hard.
"What's with the tears, Wetfart? I love it when you cry."
I cry on the toilet and wipe.
"That's it. Get rid of yourself for me."
"Is your baby okay?" I breathe quickly. Question him.
"He's great. You were screaming my show," he squeaks like a mouse.
"Yes, but what about the ally? Is he alright?"
"Quit saying my baby's a girl!! He's just fine."
His family steps on him and expresses concern and some path they found.
"I just need plastic surgery for my nose and I'm basically Mewtwo." he fissures us. Not too blurry.
I sigh and rub my thumb over my teeth. When I move my finger, it caught the light.
"Lick it." I see him observing my small mom.
By this time, Amy had left to give the US time alone. "Ye, I always find myself envisioning how it'll happen," he says.
"What?"
"Your death, Sally. How it'll happen." A large mole sneaks onto his face and he looks above at the ceiling. "It will be infected." The way that mole is so innocent and fresh. So childlike. How he manages to kill it with pain is beyond me.
We sit in silence because someone stole our car radio. I'm reliving.
Then the ducktor comes in the room. "Are you Mr. Time?"
"As I'll ever be. Might as well."
I eject from my chair and give him a long but soft bug. Be careful of his injuries!
"Ted loves you so much and he'll be waiting."
"Once I'm done, we need to talk about going back to Never Again."
At first I didn't even think he said words. He loves this place way too much to leave it. But by the look of his stomach, he's truly 9 months along.
"You're not a kid." He shakes his head.
"No. We're leaving this place."
I stand there, electrocuted and unable to draw my swords, as the nurses take my beaten and battered finances to the OR.
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