a friend of mine recommended that I write about The Bride Of Junkenstein, so here we are
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Hands? Check. Fingers? Eight... kinda check? Legs? Only one, half check. Toes, only five. I looked my stump of a leg, seeing it bleeding through the bandages, making my snowy white sheets turn a maroon red. Sitting my hands between my leg and stump, I stared at the floor. Grabbing one of the strap canes, I lifted myself out of the hospital bed. I brought myself to the bathroom, and I sat on the toilet. A wet wash cloth was wrapped onto my stump after I removed the bandages, showing me the aftermath of my recent shark attack in its full glory. Not yet healed, but all the more chunky and bloody. Closing my eyes, I rubbed the stump free of blood, then dressed the wound in gauze bandages I had in the space. Strength was fleeting at this point in time, no need to get up when I saw comfy where I was. Opening my eyes, I stared at the ceiling as my vision blurred. Clear, damp tears slithered down my face, making tracks of where they once been. A hand on my shoulder brought me out of my hazy yet depressing mindscape, and I stared up at the man-made life that was the bride of junkenstein, or in my terms, Olivia. She held the cane out to me, and I strapped it to my arm. She assisted me with getting up, and guided me back into the room. I was placed back onto the bed, and Olivia joined me at my side, holding my hand as I stared at the dead machines at my bedside. The silence was bearable, and honestly kind of peaceful between me and Olivia. She grabbed my hand and tugged me to her side, placing a kiss on my cheek before mumbling "full..... of.... life..." I squeezed her cold hand back, then mumbled in return "yes, dearly beloved, you are full of life. Now, let's go before Mako gets all worried about us."
