NOTHING TO LOSE • A Beetlejuice Fanfiction • ON HOLD • Previously Bug Beverage

13 • Like I Said, What's That Name Everyone?

trigger warning: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, mention + description of suffocation

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You didn't remember how you got back to your room when you woke up the next morning... but for some reason everything felt softer than usual.

You used your arms to roll yourself on your back, taking a little while to just wake up. The rising sun shining through the window made the ceiling up your room look like it was a slight tint of orange instead of the sterile white that it actually was.

You noticed little specks dancing around your vision as you blinked. They seemed like dust that was only visible when the light hit at a certain angle, but they followed whereever you looked.

The prickling in your chest was still there - even more prominent than it had been yesterday. You closed your eyes again and sighed, the corners of your lips curling upwards just in the slightest.

Time passed.

When you opened your eyes again, the ceiling was back to being white - a glance at the clock told you that half an hour had passed since you originally woke up. Your torso felt heavier, like someone had stacked a bunch of books on you.

"You finally up?" you heard a familiar voice ask.

"Guess so." You pushed yourself up, your arms shaking slightly under the effort. Beetlejuice was floating in his corner of the room, grinning at you.

"How long have you been here?"

"Not long."

You cocked an eyebrow.

"Fine, like ten minutes."

"That's kinda creepy, you know?" You chuckled at his offended expression, then adjusted your pillows to support your sitting up.

"It's not creepy if I think it's incredibly boring" he tried to justify.

"Yes, it is!"

"Shut up. You're creepy."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

He rolled his eyes, then wandered from his corner towards the door. Just as he arrived, there was a light knock, and then the door was pushed open.

"Hey Nova." You waved, noticing the effort it took to move even more this time. She waved back, a smile on her face as she pushed the breakfast cart into your room.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, placing a plate and glass on your bedside table.

"I'm good." You smiled. Apparently not very convincingly, as Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow.

"Thats good. I mean- Yeah, that's good." She nervously retreated back to her cart. "Nurse Catherine will come to check on you later. She's currently needed in the emergency ward..."

"Okay." You smiled again, attempting to raise your hand to wave her goodbye, but you only managed to lift it on the table, giving her a half-hearted gesture as she left.

The door shut with a weirdly final-seeming click.

"Okay, she's gone, so you can quit lying. You're not good."