*DONT PLAY SONG YET*
Quinn's POV
it's been three days and she's still here. i mean of course she's still here. she's gorgeous and i can't compare. i have no hair, she does. i have blue eyes, she has gorgeous hazel ones. i have no one, she has.. him. i haven't left my room for group. i've ate and done chemo. it's like my world is just my room.
it's currently three am and i'm on my laptop reading about what's happened outside of the hospital. sometimes i wonder if anything is gonna get better at all. will i ever get better?
"no, you won't." a deep and chilly little girl's voice said.
i turned, i wasn't even scared.. that's scary for me. it was her. the little girl. emily. i built up the strength to look into her eyes, well bangs that covered them.
"yeah.. i know." what the hell? i did not mean to say that. i looked back up to see she wasn't there anymore.
why am i so convinced that i wasn't getting better? my eyes are so heavy too, and so is my chest. the last thing i remember is laying back and blacking out.
Joey's POV
i listened and listened to lexi's neverending story about her new school. then there was a loud alarm. it was a code blue
(a/n code blue means a patient is in danger ok back to writing.)
*PLAY SONG*
i saw nurses rush towards a familiar room. my stomach dropped and there was a lump in my throat. quinney.
i rushed outside of her room, the door was shut and so were the blinds so i just listened. they were trying to wake her up? why do i feel as if it's my fault.
i felt an arm on my shoulder and turned to see lexi. she was biting her lip and her eyebrows creased. "not now alexis." i said in a voice that was colder than ice. she walked away and i stayed there shocked at myself.
i peeped through the blinds that opened and i quickly sat on the tiled floor, my sobs being the only thing coming out of me. i was shaking, she wasn't breathing. she wasn't okay. i kept praying that she'd be okay.
"quinn, come on. you can do this. you can get through this." my voice cracked, "you're one of the strongest girls i've met sweetheart. i don't know what i was thinking.. i saw the way you looked before you went into your room. the sadness behind your smile the next day when your family visited. you weren't happy and it was my fault. i don't know what i'd do if you flatlined as i was talking. i'd probably mentally break-" i was cut off by a beautiful noise of her heartbeat on the monitor.
she was going to be okay. my angel was going to be okay.
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AWAW OKAY I SHIP #QUOEY NO CAP. OK BYEBBYE
