Unlikely

Chapter Ten

Before you ask, I'm pretty sure the other doctors are down here with us, and that Marzia is the only girl down here. Thankfully, I'm also pretty sure none of us are sadistic fucks who want to destroy somebody's innocence. But alas, I can only be so sure of the unknown. It's kind of weird, you know, when someone drags you down into total darkness and you can't even see your own dick in front of you. You feel a serene calm, like you know what's going to happen. It soothes your brain, but I've already felt much too calm in these past few days. I know we're in a dangerous situation with a lethal fidget spinner. But then I look over at Marzia, and she's curled up by me, sound asleep. I mellow out.
Is that love? Calming someone without either of you two know it? Even when you're going to die, you look over at the love of your life and everything's going to be okay again? If that's it, then I want to be with her forever. I would hate to see her so shook up. It actually kills me inside when she talks about her mom and dad. I just want her to be happy.
"Ethan?"
"Here."
"Marzia?"
"H-here."
"Felix?"
"DANCING QUEEN!"
"Okay, we're all here. It's just me, Doctor McLoughlin, Doctor Oakley, Doctor Lester, and Nurse Howell. I'm Mark." He clarified.
"It's PJ bitches!" PJ said. Me and Marzia gasped in delight.
"Oh my lord, PJ! Last time we almost had to call the cops to get you to leave!" A voice that sounded like Nurse Howell said. We all laughed. Even Marzia, who was still mortified by being stuck in a hurricane.
     There was a little light coming from PJ's phone, thank the lord. It was illuminating on the Italian's face, making her gentle features even more gentle. She moved closer to me. I tensed, expecting her to come on to me and force herself on me, but she just hugged my side and relaxed, making me relax too.
     Sadly, the phone's LED rays didn't last very long, and the light was pried away from me. I closed my eyes, basking in the moment.
     After light, there's darkness, and after darkness there's light. It's a continuous cycle. It's not about the light at the end of the tunnel, it's about struggling through the shit and the shag and making something out of it.
     You know, most people wish that they had no emotions at all. I suppose that would be nice and everything, but not knowing love? Happiness? I couldn't do it. When you have beautifully destructive things, sometimes they can congeal into something you never could have foreseen. When your emotionless like a machine, you don't have emotions, yes, but you don't have pride or love or anything like that. And if you don't have negative feelings, then have you lived?
     Sorry for my soliloquy, but Marzia's existential questions had gotten my mind in a brain fart.
     "What if we live? That would be even worse!" She exclaimed. I shook my head and smiled.
     "No. No, it wouldn't. It wouldn't because I have you guys." I said, responding to Marzia's rebellious words.
     Ethan huffed. "Easy for you to say, Mr.-Oh-Look-At-Me-I'm-Only-Here-To-Fuck-Everyone-Over!"
     "Ethan!"
     "Shut up Marzia! Felix just sits here and does nothing while we all just suffer like fuckin' nobodies. I don't think he knows what it's like to have a broken home, self-hatred, suicide-"
     "ENOUGH!" Marzia's cries shook the walls. "You don't know what any of us have been through! You think you're so great! Well, ya ain't! You are so egotistical that you can't smell your own crap! You act like you're the only person who ever mattered! I'm done."
     We were all absolutely shell shocked at Marzia's outburst. How the hell did she have the strength in these trying times to tell Ethan that his shit stank.
     "...Um...Marzia..." Phil's voice broke the silence in the room. "Are you okay?"
     "Just defending people. Like a good person would."

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