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"Oh my god....Hazel! HAZEL! Are you ok? Do we need to get a nurse!" Grayson and Isacc are staring wide eyed.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
"Im fine." No. I'm not. "What was your friend's name, Grayson?" I felt sick, like I'm about to faint. I'm starting to feel sweaty. "Augustus." Shoot. I feel like I've shattered into a million different pieces. Hearing the name sent a pang to my chest. "Uh, i know him." Then I start saying a bunch of weird random things to Augustus like he was still here with me. "Hazel I'm going to get a nurse. Come on Isacc. ." He leads the blind Isacc out the door. I sat back into my light creme colored hospital bed. I look around and examine the room. I see the light blue walls and scan the walls. I look untill something catches my ey, a poster that says "Augustus Waters, You will live in our hearts forever."
WHEN DO YOU PEOPLE REALIZE SOME PEOPLE WOULD RATHER NOT BE REMINDED BY DEATH! Recognition is not always the answer.
Just great. Mom's here. "Hey honey, I brought you a book to read. The doctors are just reading your results so it might take a while." Great, just great.
An Imperial Affliction.
I freakin swear! I will NEVER read that book again! Peter Van Houton. The retarded mastermind behind a genius work of fiction. He sent flowers to me after his funeral. I can't even dare to look at it.
An Imperial Affliction.
It seems like the book is just staring me down, begging me to read about the Dutch tulip man and Anna. I look across the room and see a lighter. Maybe I could light it on fire, but then my cowardly self stupidly knows better. I see a pack of cigarettes across the spacious room, next to the lighter. He knew better. I know better. It's the metaphor from the first day we met. I eased my way out of the hospital bed. I slowly walked across the room. I felt weak. I guess that's what happens when you don't walk for 48 hours. I grab a cigarette out of the pack of Marlboro's. I glance with guilt at the lighter, but do not touch it. I hear someone walking past my door, so I prance back into the bed. I slip the cigarette into my mouth.
I feel power.
Something I've never felt before. It's the only thing in my life I have control over. I sit there for a minute thinking about it.
I feel power.
After falling into a daze of thought Grayson unexpectedly walks in. "Hazel! What in the world?!"
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after Augustus
FanfictionWhat happened to Hazel? WARNING!!!!!!!! SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED THE FAULT IN OUR STARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
