(Y/n) stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She leaned on the sink convincing herself this was the best plan. For Sean's sake, and even Anti's one way or another. After several moments passed she exited the bathroom, grabbing her crutches that were generously given to her by the hospital.
Her phone vibrated in her hands with a text from Mark. "Are we still on for today?
"Yeah, I'll see you shortly." She paused after sending the text. There was no going back now. (Y/n) pushed her phone back into he pocket and quietly left the house.
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Sean woke up, barely opening one eye he peered at his alarm clock on his bed side. 10:34 AM. Not a bad time to wake up. He sat up forcing down his covers, then stretched out his arms.
"Hey (Y/n)!" He called out. "You up?"
"Well now she is moron." Sean could almost hear him roll his eyes.
"It's not a big deal. I want to take her to breakfast. Don't feel like cooking." He yawned. "Unless you'd like to cook?"
"My version of cooking involves a lot of blood and no stove." Anti snickered.
Sean rolled his eyes and slid out of bed. "C'mon, (Y/n)! It's time to wake up!"
He still felt awful about yesterday's events and wanted to make it up to her. Sure he didn't feel like cooking but that wasn't the only reason he was taking her out. Although breakfast wouldn't heal too much it was a step in the right direction.
"Wake. Up. (Y/n). Wake. Up. (Y/n)." He hopped down the steps like a child chanting the same thing over and over until he reached the bottom.
"I can't believe I'm sharing a body with you.." Anti groaned. "It's too early for this shit."
"Nonsense it's never too early for breakfast!" Sean rushed into the living room spotting the large lump of blanket he presumed to be (Y/b). He reached down and grabbed onto the edge. "Wakey wakey eggs and-"
Upon pulling he covers he discovered, nothing. She was gone. This grabbed Anti's attention.
"What the hell.." He breathed.
"Ah, I get it. Hide and seek is it?" Sean laughed.
"No, no Sean. Something isn't right." For once Anti's voice was soft, and concerned.
He was utterly taken back by Anti's mood change. "Woah, well would you look at that. I've never heard ye so calm before."
"Because I'm trying to concentrate ya arse. Now shut up."
"What could you concentrating on? She's obviously still in the house." Sean turned in all directions. "Probably listening to us right now."
Upon his turning he spotted a piece of paper folded on the coffee table. Anti immediately believed it was from her, and was impatient about it.
"Pick it up!" He yelled.
"Quiet down I'm gettin' there."
Sean picked up the note.
It's going to be okay. I promise.
- (Y/n)
"What the fuck did she do?!" Sean yelled, and placed his hand on his head in panic.
"She's fucking dead when I find 'er." Anti added.
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