She's My Cure ~Aarmau AU~ UNDER EDITING

~Us~

Third Person's View

*Play Song*

"Anything?" Katelyn asks, filing in some charts with her semi-neat penmanship, slightly shaking her head.

"No......" Lucinda responds, biting the inside of her cheek, tapping her ballpoint pen against the nurse station counter, repetitively, staring through the window to the large room of cuteness....

I mean babies....

"I mean when you think....for just a second....that your world sucks the worst.......and then..." Katelyn starts, Lucinda finishing for her like they memorized it beforehand.

".....Aphmau and Aaron.....have it even worse......"

Katelyn sighs, looking up from her charts to also stare aimlessly at the rows and rows of babies.

"Any message from U.N.O.S. about a donor heart?" Lucinda asks her, hopeful.

Sadly, she merely shakes her head solemnly.

"I don't know how they do it.......how they have such resilience....." Lucinda gulps, seeing a baby from afar wave its fist in the air then hook it under its chin.

"How they are still standing even......when they've lost two children......"

"And I'd hate to tell them they are going to lose a third......"

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Aphmau's POV

I silently walk toward my patient's room, still shocked about the events that took place a few days ago.

Was I really about to kill myself?

Was I really thinking about ending my life?

But then....I remember.....Aaron.....

The words he whispered tearfully in my ear.....

And then I remembered something else....

I remembered, that night, that Aaron was so scared that he held me so tightly to him..........as if loosening his embrace even the slightest bit, would cause him to lose me.

That love.......god I can't think about how I deserved to be loved as much as he loves me.....

That must be because we deserve that person.....no matter who we are......no matter what we've done.......

We deserve that person.......

As I start to enter the room, Lucinda launches herself into the door frame, blocking me from entering.

Being that Lucinda was at least a full foot taller than me, it made it rather difficult for myself to get through.

Then Lucinda speaks.

"Go to the E.R., we don't need you on this case," She said sternly, making me suspicious.

I then wham right through Lucinda with such power you would not come to expect from a woman of not even 5 feet.

Then I, when seeing who was the patient, sighs, realizing why.

It wasn't Angel or anything but, it was a young girl, looking around the age of 5, dry, rough brunette hair, done up in a messy bun, laying weakly in her hospital bed that consumed her small frail body.

But what caught me off guard was the viridescent green in her eyes.....

Green eyes.....

Wait......