She's My Cure ~Aarmau AU~ UNDER EDITING

~1-800-273-8255~

I MUST HIGHLY ENFORCE THAT YOU PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE TO READ THIS CHAPTER! LIKE I HAVE SAID BEFORE I DO NOT SUPPORT SUICIDE. BUT THE REASON I BRING IT UP IS TO PROVE A POINT..

The chapter title is the number for the National Suicide Prevention Hotline.

If you ever need help, you can talk to me, or head to this number and call them.

I'm always here to talk.

P.S. not sponsored

Aphmau's POV

*Play Song*

Numb.....

Everything is just numb.....

Which is funny......

Being how......

Unbearable, terrifying, sleep-ridden this pain is...........

And really.....the thing about this pain......

For the first part.....

You can't feel anything at all......

It's like when you run your hands under extremely hot water........

For a split second.....

You can't feel any pain whatsoever......

Except.....

For the pain that's expecting the even worst pain that is to come.....

So......if you want to know how I feel right...about now.....

Take that split second.......and prolong it........

Days......

Just in the dark.....waiting.....for the real pain to arrive....

To let it rip open my chest......

And stab my heart a million times....

Because I would be crying about my 2-year-old daughter....

My little girl......

With a disease Aaron and I basically gave her......

I was wandering the hallways of the ICU when I was paged to the E.R.

Well.....

While Katelyn and Lucinda are working to save my daughter's life.....

I can at least work to save someone else's.

I enter the E.R., seeing paramedics wheel a female in on a gurney, her body splattered with blood, a large laceration on her forearm.

"What you got?" I say, running up to the paramedic pushing the gurney.

"Female, age 17, found in her kitchen, from what we can tell it was a suicide attempt......"

A suicide attempt.....

Oh god......

I freeze for a moment, then shake my head rapidly to wake myself, gesturing for trauma room 3.

While they wheel her into the room, I just stare at the side of the gurney, that had one of her arms dangling off.

Along the wrist, were shredded jagged cuts, pouring with blood.

Looks like I'm not the only one who's been having it hard.....

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"DAMN IT! DAMN IT! GOD EFFING DAMMIT!" Lucinda exclaims, hitting her desk repetitively.