*So I plan to put some smut in this story. I'm not kidding this time. So, if you can't handle things like that... don't read this pls.*
One minute your just talking, another moment your making out in an alley.
Your relationship with him is complicat...
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I AM CRYING. I AM SHOOKETH. if you are one of my best bros then you know how much I love her, and thank her for inspiration.
Everything is extremely blurry. I think I'm gonna die. I'm gonna bleed out.
"H..." I stutter, trying to talk. "H... help.... p...." "P.... p.... plea...."
I cough up more blood. More blood, more blood, more pain and more blood.
I cry silently.
I hear running footsteps. Someone picks me up, and I feel unsafe once again. I cough up blood on their arms.
"It's gonna be fine..." they say.
"No." I mumble. "I saw everything... I saw it all Im so sorry I was late... I couldn't get downstairs in time." I hear a male say. This person is a male.
"Who.." I stutter. "Are... y..." I feel to weak to finish. "Stephen Ng... 1996 September 14th. Age 23 if I wasn't clear. Virgo, SD38 teacher, langara graduate. That's just the basics." He says.
"Oh." I whisper.
"I am so sorry I couldn't get to you faster." He mumbles.
I nod. I can't talk.
He opens his door as fast as I can, while I cough up blood and it gets all over the floor.
I would like to apologize. But I can't. He lays me down and grabs a shirt.
It's just plain and white. He rips it and puts it on my neck.
He calls the ambulance and I look outside. I cough up more blood. "Okay gross." He says.
I cough more just to piss him off. I see red flashing lights. Paramedics take me into an ambulance.
I feel dizzy in a moving ambulance. I feel as if I'm going to cough up blood, but instead I feel something different.
I throw up. Blood. laying down on a fold up bed in a vehicle, so it lands on me and other places.
I see Stephen disgusted next to me. "Sorry!" I say using all my power. "It's fine." A paramedic smiles at me.
"Can you explain what happened?" She says. I can barely shake my head no.
"She was stabbed in t-" Stephen starts. "Shut." I mumble.
He knows it means to shut up.
"P... pleas.... l... later." I mumble.
A long silence feels like forever.
"She is losing blood, she might-" The paramedic stops her sentence, and whispers in the drivers ear.
They have a conversation while she writes stuff down. They hurry the fuck up finally.
They take me into a hospital, and they take me into a cold room. I'm gonna lose blood.
I feel lightheaded. "Lightheaded." I whisper to a paramedic. "She's losing blood..." They mumble.
I try not to cough. I'm gonna die. They immediately pull out a needle. I get nervous.
I feel a bit woozy, and kinda loopy. Everything goes black. I'm assuming they are anesthetizing me...
I wake up several days later. In a hospital bed... I thought I died..? I'm still here..?
I thought you couldn't survive a slit throat. I look around the room. A doctor comes in after a while.
"Um... hey." I mumble shyly. He turns around. "You're awake!" He smiles. I nod. "Yup."
"But... what... happened?" I ask, my voice sounding really soft and quiet. "Well.. we're surprised you even survived this, but..." he starts.
"Your veins in your neck were damaged. We had to fix those through surgery, and then stitch it all back up so you don't bleed out."he says.
"Who was he..?" I ask. "Who?" The doctor asks. "The guy who slit my throat! That's attempted murder!"I yell.
"We have it on camera. He was arrested." The doctor reassures me. "He was wanted in a few states." He adds.
"So... Where's Stephen..?" I ask. "Soon after we took you inside we told him it was better if he left." He says. "When can I leave?" I ask.
"Tomorrow." He states. "Okay..." I mumble. My voice sounds horribly raspy. "Will my voice heal?" I ask.
"It will take a while." The doctor smiles. I understand he's trying to be nice and all. But I mean, I almost died.
I'm never gonna forget this. I'm never gonna forget the pain I felt, Or the emotion I felt, like nobody cares about me.
And that hurts.
The physical pain is bad enough. But the emotional pain is there. And it's gonna stick with me.
It's definitely gonna stick with me for a long time. Until I feel like someone really cares again.
I feel woozy, and like I should go back to sleep.
So I do that. I fall asleep on the cold hospital bed, and think of all that's happened to me.
