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"Broken boy, how does it feel? How does it feel? "
001: A KISS BEFORE DYING
part two
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THE DOORS OF RIVERDALE GENERAL HOSPITAL flew in opposite directions as a boy, no older than sixteen came running through them with the body of a woman limp in his arms.
It was clear on his face that he had been crying, if anyone took a closer look at him they would notice he wasn't wearing shoes, and his feet were bleeding through his raggedy socks.
The woman in his arms looked more like a corpse than a living person, and as if there wasn't enough dread in the room the boy entered like the angel of death with the one soul they wouldn't reap in his arms.
"Please," he cried, agony heavy in his voice, "Please my ma, she's not breathing please help her-" the boy fell to his knees breaking down into sobs as the group of Riverdale residents in the far corner of the waiting room looked over at him.
Those who had seen a dead body before pitied the boy who seemed to be in denial or had somehow not realized her fate.
As doctors rushed over to take the body out of his arms another man, bearing resemblance to the deceased, rushed in through the still open doors, glasses askew on his face and hair a mess. The man seemed to recognize the woman but not the boy as he ran forward with a shout of "Rowena!" before asking the doctors a million questions at once only to be waved off with a "We need to get her to a room, if you are related to the patient you can check in at the desk and we'll update you."
With that the unresponsive body was loaded onto a gurney and taken away, the doctors didn't need to ask any questions after seeing the track marks in her arm.
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"Uncle Raph?" the man turned after hearing a small voice call for him he was confused for a moment, looking around before his eyes landed on the boy still half kneeled half sat on the ground.
Taking him in his eyes steadily grew wider as he slowly started to recognize the features of his only living family besides his older sister. Her son, his nephew.
"By God- Mickey? Is that you?" the man was almost tempted to take his glasses off and clean them in disbelief. Coming to terms with his memory of the boy and the sight before him was not easy.
