sorry for the hiatus! this chapter is kinda short, but i think it's pretty enjoyable ;)
Hayley woke up a few days later, fuzzy vision as the white ceiling of a care ward brightly looked back at her as her view came back. Her breathing felt heavier than it should, and a nurse that was in the room looked over in surprise. "Nurse Williams! You're awake! How do you feel?"
Hayley tiled her neck to the right to look over, pulling her arm out of the sheets to show four fingers.
"Oh, that's good! Do you need anything to be more comfortable? A cig? Some more blankets?"
She shook her head, yawning. "Can I sleep a little bit longer, when do I need to get back to work?"
"No, no, Hayley, take as much time as necessary! I'll let you be." The nurse left the room, smiling at her.
Hayley rolled over again, shutting her eyes almost immediately and going back to sleep.
She woke again a few hours later, turned to the right. The lights were off, and a small blinking sound was heard, as well as some breathing. She uncomfortably rolled over to the other side of the bed, her eyes focusing in the darkness as she saw a figure sleeping on the chair next to her. She pouted, but assumed it was one of the nurses. Not wanting to bother them, Hayley tried getting up, leaving the bed against orders and going to get food.
After sneaking her way to the kitchen and eating a sandwich, she made her way back to the room. She opened the door, and the flood of light illumiated the sleeping figure that was next to her. Hayley let her eyes adjust, before gasping so loud that the figure woke up with a jolt.
"Taylor?"
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Make Love, Make War (Tayley) |
FanfictionIn the late 60s', Hayley Williams started to do what she wanted most; protest. She became a pot smoking, peace signing hippie, and her and her friends started to protest the Vietnam War. Taylor York was an eighteen year old that had wanted to fight...
