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🌈Whizzer POV🌈

I'm changing it to first person for idk how long but yee.

~4 hour time skip~

I shot up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat as I was immediately greeted by my reflection, and a sharp pain that flared up in my stomach. Oh right, I got shot there. But possibly worse than the pain in my stomach, was my reflection, oh god. Why couldn't they make any effort to make my hair not look like a fucking rats nest? Well, first I have some questions. Like how did I get here? And where are the guys who mugged me? I hope in jail or something. Though, there was no one here to answer my question, except for Marvin. Oh- Marvin's here! Cool. I smile softly though every small movement finds some way to hurt, why? I'm not sure. Marvin sat, looking like he was asleep. So naturally, I woke him up. "Marvinnnn....." I say, reaching over and shaking him, even though it hurts, a lot. He quickly woke up, looking like he was about to scream but he looked at me and smiled, looking relieved. "Hey..." he said quietly. I replied "Hey," great conversation, I know. I then realized that by trying to get Marvin a fucking gift, I ruined his birthday. So that's just great.... I glance over and see the now crushed, covered in my blood roses that I bought earlier. They won't bother to fix my hair but they'll put the blood roses in a vase. These are Satan nurses.

I gesture to the vase "Happy Birthday...?" I say weakly Marvin looks over at the vase, confusion crosses over his face, before being replaced with something between sadness and pity. "Could do with less blood, but other than that they're good." He muttered, not looking at me. Was this a joke? I genuinely don't know. Probably. Yeah, I'll go with that. "You better like em', I got shot so you could get these nasty roses." A sad smile flickered across his face, he still wasn't looking at me. Honestly, this all seemed like a joke that came far too soon.

Note: sorry, this is shitty and short. But um, if you want, tell me if you prefer everything in 3rd or first person.
Sincerely,
               Me

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