Hey! So- this is my first story... so it'll probably be trash- but here's what I generally have planned out.
It's Marvin's Birthday! And Whizzer completely forgot.... Yaay... anyways, Whizzer goes out to buy Marvin some stuff and then shit goes down.
"Shit!" Marvin exclaimed, tears stinging his eyes. He spilled his second cup of tea on his shirt. Damn. He sighed, reluctantly walking towards the sink and setting his tea down before grabbing a paper towel and scrubbing hard on it. But nothing happened. Marvin sighed, though it sounded more like groaning as he shuffled over to his shared room with Whizzer and flipped through his half of the shirts, though Marvin wasn't really sure if it counted as a half.... Whizzer took up at least 3/4 of the closet. Marvin decided on a blue striped shirt and started to take off his tea stained shirt until he heard the phone start to ring in the other room. He ignored it, as usual and threw his shirt on the ground before grabbing the striped one and putting that on. A few moments later, the phone rang again. Marvin groaned quickly walking over and picking it up. From the sound of it, a very stressed lady with a high pitched voice answered. "Hello- is...Marvin? Speaking?" Marvin paused, kinda confused "Uh- Yeah?" He muttered "Oh- good." She sounded relieved, likes she'd called a bunch of wrong numbers before reaching him. "Well, you're friend W-Whizzer?" She seemed to stumble over the name. "He-uh- is currently at Gluewood hospital, currently in critical health. And- you were the first one on his emergency contacts so, if you'd like to come visit him in a few hours after his surgery, he'll be in room 81." Marvin froze, unable to comprehend everything. Whizzer's hurt? How? Why? How the hell did he manage to get sent to the hospital just picking some stuff up? Marvin's emotions mushed together into one incomprehensible mess. Tears stung Marvin's eyes, this time, not because of tea. He completely forgot that he hadn't hung up yet. "Hello? Hello, sir?" Came out through the phone. Marvin almost jumped. "Oh-Alright.... i-I'll be there as soon as I can." He said, slamming the phone back down, hanging up and almost breaking it. He then rushed out of the door, not bothering to grab anything but his keys. He rushed out of the apartment, quickly locking it behind him and walking to the elevator. He may be in a rush, but the elevator was easier with less wait. Once the doors opened, he stepped in and started jamming his finger on the first floor button. The doors closed, blocking Marvin's view of the hall. His descent to the first floor was short lived, and he quickly got off. Almost running out of the building, where someone said hello to him, but he didn't have time for them. He was going to be there for Whizzer. He had to be.
Note: This is short, but I wrote most of this on the bus home from school. Piece by piece everyday. Anyways, this story it's currently #870 in "blood" stories. Yay? I'm 763 in idk! Wow! *sarcasm* honestly, this is trash, why am I 12 in Whizzvin? Idk-
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This is what I'm doing with my life.... I'm already losing the motivation to do this. I'll keep going, but I might start a TBOM one too. Idk. Bye! Sincerely, Me.
